textures of night
wrestle with the wind
black on black
sway and bend
creaking of maples
with whistling leaves
sing with cicadas
and an owl in a tree
a starless evening
buttons out all light
and honeysuckle perfume saturates the night
I love it Reminds me of the endless nights of childhood. Who woulda guessed one day we would go out to play with our friends for the last time unaware of it till it was over.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
That is so true and it seems that is how each phase of life is. Always catching us unaware :)
This short poem has so much to absorb and enjoy, Cherrie! Just re-read, now need to feel what your poem begs ne feel, both in- and externally. 'Love to stargaze, watching their brief comings and goings. Yet your four last lines are truly magical. I closed my eyes and will again, so as to see a little more each- every time in your joyfully visual nothing - yes that is how I graze that starless evening.
Beautiful ..
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Good morning Emma 🌄 thank you 😊 for stopping by for look. I'm so pleased you enjoyed this one.. read moreGood morning Emma 🌄 thank you 😊 for stopping by for look. I'm so pleased you enjoyed this one.
wow, Mon Cherrie!! what a great little gem of a read for me .. kind of Poe ish and puts my sights on the upcoming All Hallowed Eve. .. love the rhythm and rhyme .. a wonderful read says i! should be published ;)
E.
The true presence of you talent as a Poetess is well exhibited here in this piece as imagery that is mind sweeping and panoramic, totally enjoyable and treat's pleasure to read ...
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