Last Lingering Light
A scarlet sun bleeds onto a teal sky,
behind branches of a majestic oak.
And shadows ink its leaves in silhouette,
as lonely crickets chirp and bullfrogs croak.
I hear the treetops rippling in the breeze
and a brook babbling with a southern drawl.
But they're lost to the quiet of the night
as time slows to a perceptible crawl.
When adventurous moths take to the air,
acrobatic bats hunt them in mid-flight.
And as darkness descends like a curtain;
twilight acquiesces to the night's might.
A quicksilver moon pools amidst the clouds,
dripping drops of sunlight onto the lake.
And all the heavens begin to glitter
as many billions of sleeping stars wake.
A lone owl's haunting hoots encourage dusk
to extinguish the last lingering light.
And diurnal animals seek out sleep,
as nature silently whispers goodnight.
(Quatrain)
8/1/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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