"On summer nights the world
moves within earshot
on the interstate with its swish
and growl, an occasional siren
that sends chills through us."
On winter nights the world
rests within earshot
on the country roads with its bumps
and houses, an occasional patter
that sends warmth through us.
On fall nights the world
sneaks within earshot
in the neighborhoods with their friends
and monsters, an occasional growl
that sends fear through us.
On spring nights the world
blossoms within earshot
on the growing trees with their buds
and flowers, an occasional buzz
that sends joy through us.
~Kaylie
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
"On summer nights the world
moves within earshot
on the interstate with its swish
and growl, an occasional siren
that sends chills through us."
On winter nights the world
rests within earshot
on the country roads with its bumps
and houses, an occasional patter
that sends warmth through us.
On fall nights the world
sneaks within earshot
in the neighborhoods with their friends
and monsters, an occasional growl
that sends fear through us.
On spring nights the world
blossoms within earshot
on the growing trees with their buds
and flowers, an occasional buzz
that sends joy through us.
~Kaylie
In adaptation of Lisel Mueller's poem "Late Hours"
