Midnight

It's about the time, midnight, with a touch of personification

I know the strike of twelve well.

The deep, slow chime that marks the beginning of a new day.

I greet midnight like an old friend,

with easy smiles and open arms.

I find it unfortunate that so few are acquainted with midnight.

That they think sleep more important,

or that midnight is too late.

Midnight is not late, but rather early!

The change on a digital clock,

from PM to AM,

I find it a rather peaceful time.

The grey area between dusk and dawn.

A newborn day, not quite ready for a sunrise.

Perhaps one day you will meet midnight,

and see how, really,

midnight is a soft and quiet friend,

whispering that the stars will leave soon,

and the sun will greet you with a new day.

Author's Note

First poem. I'm a little rusty, so please tell me how I could possibly improve it for the future. Thanks.

Reviews

[fireblossom]

A really poetic thought. Midnight the end of one thing is the beginning of another. Your command of words and phrases is also quite good. With an edit for grammar and a misplaced word this will be darn near perfect.

Here's one of the edits:
I find it unfortunate that so little (few) are acquainted with midnight.
That they think sleep more important,

Little is a size - few is a number at least in this context.

There's one other mistake but you will see it now. Its the first line of the last stanza.

All the best and keep writing. You have talent.