Edge of Night
Purple hues beam softly through edge of night
casting shadows between mystical light
forests spy slivers of moonbeams below
dreaming of rainbows as night owls hoot low.
Violet mists rise past low setting sun
hovering over the long river run
darkness now beckons young bats to take flight
stirring and whirring over edge of night.
Chorus of crickets crescendo so high
coyotes howl under new starlit skies
wailing beneath an iridescent moon
while whippoorwill croons a sad, forlorn tune.
Purple magic’s captivating delights
hidden wonders between the edge of night.
Written on 1/16/2019
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2019
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