Nighttime Peace
Night hours are still, as all must sleep.
White moonbeams spill on oceans, deep;
Sprite creatures chill- their silence keep.
Bright flowers thrill to bow, rest reap-
Tight buds wrap frill, while petals peep.
Flight birds lose trill- no songs to cheep.
Might of God's will- rules morning's leap;
Rite of Sun's skill- makes new day sweep.
June 27, 2020
Rules: First, middle and last words in the first line
rhyme with those in the lines following.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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