A Year of Poems – Day 141

Awake for the world is full of noises
whispering through the corridors
with stocking feet.

Awake for the birds are giving a lecture
on beauty. They present only once
regardless of attendance.

Awake lest dreams never come to the living
or the mind miss material
to build its nightly sketch.

Awake for the moon is waking
and waiting for someone to wrap
the beauty of earth in a song.

Awake for the clock is striking twelve
and our time on earth is running out.