In the Dark of the Night
In the Dark of the Night
It really doesn't matter
How much snow is on the ground
Or how deep the frost has penetrated
Earth's sacred and hallowed ground.
Moonlight plays with shadow
Moonlight listens to the wind
Sunlight hides with daylight
Waiting patiently for the next day to begin.
The temperature dips well below the mark
Of when waters can run clear and flow
The rivers have become a silent force
Beneath their smooth fascia of ice and snow.
Trees loom above the horizon
Their silhouettes like wooden lace
Their patterns created from the heavens above
No branch seems out of place.
In the Dark of the Night
Heartbeats feel strong
You can feel their pulsating rhythms
Breathing and Silence go hand in hand
Proof of an existence and a reason.
(December 28, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, except the right to
forward and to share with friends - with credit --which is held to be a good idea and
thus encouraged.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
