A Tenebrous Night Is About To Fall
Wild meadows
beneath white peaks,
a jessamine perfume
enters the nostrils...
winds resume.
Sturdy men
hop on stallions,
wolves growl
as worried mothers
tend to their babies;
a tenebrous night
is about to fall...
way off is the dawn...
darkness covers all!
My land has no frontiers,
all stranded souls
are welcome to stay
for an evening away from dire,
they can warm-up
by the flickering campfire
and drink their whisky;
do they have bedtime tales
to tell the starry-eyed children?
They won't go to sleep as yet,
a hungry wolf has lept
and staring at them he lies down...
preferring warmth over raw food:
a single chick or a whole brood!
My village is one of the thousands
dispersed through this valley
of cotton fields, of strawberries,
of watermelons and of perfumed air;
everyone keeps an eye on each other.
An intruder is fended off with rifles,
may he resists, he'd be subdued...
unless their intentions are good.
A cowboy lost his life, his name was Willy,
and it makes other cowboys
suspicious of a shady stranger!
Silence lays shadows
over the Joshua trees,
the Madagascar palms
and the Burning Bushes;
it leaves the entire village intact...
forcing the midnight wind to go north;
happy are the desert roses
keeping their pink flowers,
they won't shed any petal on cracked rocks...
they'll guarantee wages in the farmer's wallet!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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