The Day is A Chill

The night is warmth,

A sweet day in June,

A still lake in the light,

Of a cool Summer moon.

The night is warmth,

A soft downy quilt,

A strong foundation,

On which my home is built.

The day is a chill,

A stressful bout,

A room full of people,

Their voices: A shout.

The day is a chill,

A coat made of ice,

A hand of spider's legs,

A head full of lice.

The night is warmth.

The day is a chill.

The sun is a beacon,

A poor cause of thrill.