Forest Edge Night
not sleepy,
spread soft blankets on soft grass;
lie down staring up,
dark-bluish dome, April's starless sky;
head propped
on wrist, hearing voices of the night;
sharp creaking
of branches, rustlings in dense foliage;
tree trunks breathing
low, swaying, whispering canopies;
bush rodent screams
at owl's haunting, hooting soliquy;
scared mouse squeaks
in the hissing, winding sand-hills;
duck's wings thrum,
swooping slow from distant lakes;
wild dog howls
at absent but not forgotten moon;
westerly wind stirs,
blowing all other sounds away;
none in the hush
but the soft crackling of lame flame;
dozing off now,
can't stoke to life the dying embers;
ashes, faint smoke,
linger long for me to vaguely remember !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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