Full of Days

She folds the sheets of blue and white
The way the sky folds up the light
In bends and creases, in pardons and pieces,
The days they go away
And the dark blue rolls over
and says, “let it be”
With blankets she tucks in the brave wild trees
She folds up the light,
Folds up the play,
Folds up the sun and puts it away
And we go to sleep full of days