Falling to meet a mishmash of finish lines,
Some like the tortoise, some like the hare,
Nodding off without a care, or racing with a roar,
Leaving a noble nakedness, an unadorned headdress.
Of twilight dampening dews and misty-spittle slips,
Of dawning dances, sunrise stirring scented breezes,
Of midday drying hues and twisty-brittle rips,
Of dusking prances, sunset whirring chilled gusts,
Of midnight changeling rendezvous and pixie-whittle snips.