we sit at the edge of
vespertide
listening to the chorale
of evensong
this day's opus almost done
now tapering off in
slow melodious decrescendo..
it is the gloaming
and the final flurry of light
glimmers on the horizon
now the night becomes
the diva,
the first star has been wished upon,
the first sattelite too.
and the bass note of the cicadas
builds to a ***** needful hum...
lights go on in little square
patches, and the smell
of barbeque fragrances
the summer night air
under the streetlights
the moths come to dance
a dare each other to touch
the midnight sun...
and in our garden
the rustle of the
tame gone feral
rabbit "bellamy"
has begun...
a hulking grey white
shadow now he lollops
toward the tasty green
carrot-tops...
until the sound of pounding
feet causes him to freeze
considering his position
bellamy chooses discretion
over valour and departs with haste
the wind now has a coolness to it
and the grass grows damp about us
by still we sit enamoured of the changing
slow and quiet about us
the seas whisper secrets
and the birds settle in for the night
excepting those who hunt on silent wings
the stars begin to pop
bright white on the darkening sky
and the crescent moon smile with
a sideways grin...
it is now the darker things come
owls on the wing
spiders to reknit there webs
the big bass frog to sing his song
and the small blood seeker
come with whinging wings
now we must give the night
it's privacy, as we walk inside,
from the pond a series of sounds
means the frog has found dinner
hopefuuly a mosiquito buffet
the vesper tide hath turned
the night is now come.....
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
we sit at the edge of
vespertide
listening to the chorale
of evensong
this day's opus almost done
now tapering off in
slow melodious decrescendo..
it is the gloaming
and the final flurry of light
glimmers on the horizon
now the night becomes
the diva,
the first star has been wished upon,
the first sattelite too.
and the bass note of the cicadas
builds to a ***** needful hum...
lights go on in little square
patches, and the smell
of barbeque fragrances
the summer night air
under the streetlights
the moths come to dance
a dare each other to touch
the midnight sun...
and in our garden
the rustle of the
tame gone feral
rabbit "bellamy"
has begun...
a hulking grey white
shadow now he lollops
toward the tasty green
carrot-tops...
until the sound of pounding
feet causes him to freeze
considering his position
bellamy chooses discretion
over valour and departs with haste
the wind now has a coolness to it
and the grass grows damp about us
by still we sit enamoured of the changing
slow and quiet about us
the seas whisper secrets
and the birds settle in for the night
excepting those who hunt on silent wings
the stars begin to pop
bright white on the darkening sky
and the crescent moon smile with
a sideways grin...
it is now the darker things come
owls on the wing
spiders to reknit there webs
the big bass frog to sing his song
and the small blood seeker
come with whinging wings
now we must give the night
it's privacy, as we walk inside,
from the pond a series of sounds
means the frog has found dinner
hopefuuly a mosiquito buffet
the vesper tide hath turned
the night is now come.....
Napowrimo....write a nature poem
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