Love Cycle by Chinua Achebe

At dawn slowly

the Sun withdraws his

long misty arms of

embrace. Happy lovers

whose exertions leave

no aftertaste nor slush of love's combustion; Earth perfumed in dewdrop

fragrance wakes

to whispers of

soft-eyed light.... 

Later he will wear out his temper plowing the vast acres of heaven 

and take it out on her in burning darts of anger. 

Long accustomed to such caprice 

she waits patiently for evening 

when thoughts of another night will restore his mellowness 

and her power over him.