Textures of Night

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

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

Very nicely put together, both poetically and seamlessly, Cherrie! I can hear the sounds and make out the faint outlines in the darkness. An evocative poem!

[Cherrie]

Thank you Robert I so happy to hear you enjoyed this poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

starless nights are so eerie...so pitch black...
we cannot see the hand in front of our face...
and the cicadas go unidentified but heard as annonymous voices...

but the sound comes in scent...maples love to creek...and the hair on our neck will rise
with the sun that comes when the early hours meet the sun.
j.

[Cherrie]

Wonderful thoughts prowling around your head there in the dark waiting on the morning.