Beckoning Beckoning Is the Night
Beckoning … beckoning is the night
In its ice blue grey and snow gold light
Beckoning … beckoning is the night
The swallow has long since whispered away
the cardinal and so too …blue jay
have strayed but now in the beckoning light
the beckoning …beckoning of the night
comes the sweeping and keeping
comes sweeping and keeping
in the night
The sky is still ….but wild edged with light
Bluish... high... tight ...grey
but the branches swirl and deeply breigh
beckoning…. they are beckoning
the night into night
Come wild and courageous into fading light
Tis just the beckoning beckoning…. of night
the sky dark blue does and does not ....betray
the coming… coming of end of day
and still it comes the end of day
with the beckoning ...comes beckoning
the…beckoning of night
The light is waning and so day’s might
beckoning as we bridge to night
the wild things move on stealthy flight
beckoning beckoning into night
The beckoning beckoning of the light
wild things shudder and take quick flight
The beckoning beckoning of the night
the wild things move and take to flight
When tomorrow's dawn will cast
first light!
@Ingrid Showalter Swift
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