to sneak outside,
into the gentle beauty of the night
when all others are asleep
except for nocturnal hawks like me,
i wander in the yard
in the dancing, dappled
shadows of rain, stones and buds,
thrown across the grass
by the light flickering through
wind-tossed crowns of trees;
a rare sensation as though one is walking
under a radiant mantle of water... it's true,
i love the taste of evening...
a fragrant pewter, compared to the coppery
sting of the blistering daytime,
that when my eyes inhale the grace
offered by peeping clouds, is to be filled
with a song of moonlight
romping with the breeze,
oh, sneaking outside
in the near dusk hours has been a rite
of mine since i was a child...
a celtic pageant that started at age eight
when a relay of stars carried me
out my window.
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Kim Morrison's Free Verse Contest
by nette onclaud