May, Late At Night
Night and stillness gird our realm.
Cool, suspended nature rests as
stars pierce a blue-black sky.
Silence is draped like a pall over street,
lawn, and shadowed walkway.
Each twilight breath hangs muted.
A luminous slice of first quarter moon
purposefully arcs toward its own
slumber past the western horizon.
Dawn gathers potential during the
tranquility, preparing to shine forth with
scintillating light, refreshing our eyes.
May, late at night
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2016
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