Prompt: My Favorite Time of Day

/ moragnoffke

What’s your favorite time of day?

My favorite time of day 
Where I dream of word play,
I think I must be crepuscular, 
Is twilight: dawn and dusk, when I prey 
You see, I capture my nocturnal dreams
In the morning, like the hunt 
And In the evening,
I snatch my day-dreams 
cat kneading
or logging them 
Like preening for the night. 





When I lived in South Africa 
Dawn and dusk takes, 
Just enough time
To purr-collate my dreams 
Transitions.
Now living in Scotland 
I'm drenched in the slow
Beautiful transition
That takes it's time 
Like a long cat-stretch
When the sun's rays
Find it's way 
Washing it's shine
Onto the canvas of clouds
Like a holy glow.





Winter dawn
Landscape laden in snow, 
As the sun creeps up the slow-sky 
It's salmon-pink paints 
All in a marmalade tone: 
Sky, fields, puddles, and trees all a wry. 
My dreams emerge like salmon 
Wending their way upstream 
To complete life's circuition. 





The winter dusk, 
Offers a delicate and magical atmosphere, 
blessed with a transformative air, 
While wild beasts and farm animals
Meet in eerie communion. 
As for My day dreams - 
They cat-loaf with a contented purr.





And that's all 
I have to say 
about my crepuscular 
time of day.







Photo by Lisa Fotios on Pexels.com





Lake Kariba, twilight, sunset by Morag Noffke





Lake Malawi, twilight, sunrise by Morag Noffke





A cat on our Southern African travels, 2013





Cat in Zambia, 2013, by Morag Noffke





Cat in Malawi, 2012, by Morag Noffke





The Highlands, Scotland by Morag Noffke





Twilght, the coast of Isle of Skye, by Morag Noffke





Twilight Sunrise, The Highlands, near Inverness, by Morag Noffke







Stay well, whatever time of day it is for you.





Warm smiles coming your way.






			


	



				
	
			



	
			

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    The poem beautifully captures the essence of the crepuscular hours, the transitional moments between day and night and the personal connection the poet has with it. The imagery and wordplay in the poem create a vivid picture of the poet’s favourite time of the  day and how it inspires her thoughts and dreams.
    

    The use of cat-related imagery, such as “cat kneading” and “cat stretch,” adds a delightful and whimsical touch to the description. It’s as if she is drawing parallels between the natural behaviours of cats and her creative processes during twilight.
    

    The transition from South Africa to Scotland and the descriptions of the changing landscapes and lighting conditions further emphasize the idea of transition and transformation during these special times of the day.
    

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