The Unfinished Shed

The moonlight plays blue off the rooftops.
The crickets play softly, the rhythm's skill.
Lazy branches stagger in the northern street light.
The grass grows dew. The night is still.

The moon gradually trades shifts with a ball of light.
The busy comes to raise the stakes.
The birds sing--altogether now!
Slowly but surely, the day awakes.

As the sand slips further to the other end,
and the roses, petunias, and sunflowers blend,
the sun ducks behind the mountains west,
and life restarts its cycles quest.