Skylark of Night
How she calls so mild,
my senses beguiled
under a swaying oak tree
where the notes are long,
fluttering among
the rustles of leaves in glee.
A lark with sweet notes,
her music afloat
in rhythmic sway with night sky,
an incantation
in gentle motion;
to lure slumber's rock-a bye!
Alouette Contest of Dr. Ram Mehta
16 July 2014
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2014
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