Long Naturenight Poems
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(Hourglass poem)
I look at the sky and see clouds
Blush and cover sun as they flood
And light grows small as they go by
I watch them as they cross the sky
I see clouds change into weird shapes
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape
But there are times when it turns gray
And that's when the sun fades away
Looking at the sky is quite nice
I'd love to watch it more than twice
As they glow in the night so bright
And count stars in the sky at night
And count stars in the sky at night
As they glow in the night so bright
I'd love to watch it more than twice
Looking at the sky is quite nice
And that's when the sun fades away
But there are times when it turns gray
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape
I see clouds change into weird shapes
I watch them as they cross the sky
And light grows small as they go by
Blush and cover sun as they flood
I look at the sky and see clouds!
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Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
August 25,2009
There is an enchantment in the Killing Frost
It's the most magical night of the year
When the abundant blooms of Summer
Are put to sleep by Frost's frozen tears.
The Killing Frost arrives here silently
Flying in ahead of Winter's incoming wrath
Covering all things that are of the earth
Putting to sleep all flora in her path.
As the late Autumn sun sinks below the horizon
On this Special Night of the year
Plants which were all alive this past morn will be no more
It's time to make way for Winter's Cheer.
Everything Frost kisses will be put to eternal repose
Adorned by Frost's magical breath during the night
All will be dripping in Diamonds in the Morn
With which to dazzle by soft Morning's light.
Winter will be arriving shortly now
And Frost will take her leave
To make way for fluttering snowflakes
Which will come to dance during the long Winter's Eve.
(December 29, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
In a dark night sky, you take your place.
We can see your reflection in the influenced tide.
Why is it you show only one face?
Half of you we see, the other half you hide.
We can see your reflection in the influenced tide.
Moon, you have a side hidden away from view.
Half of you we see, the other half you hide.
Shrouded in darkness, it is the side we call “new”.
Moon, you have a side hidden away from view.
What is on the side we cannot see?
Shrouded in darkness, it is the side we call “new”.
To the earthbound, it is a mystery.
What is on the side we cannot see?
We gaze at varying crescents of you in many ways.
To the earthbound, it is a mystery.
Your full bright sphere we see once in thirty days.
We gaze at varying crescents of you in many ways.
Each passing hour changes your position.
Your full bright sphere we see once in thirty days.
Tales are woven from myth and superstition.
Each passing hour changes your position.
Moon, your origin is something nobody knows.
Tales are woven from myth and superstition.
You are the brightest until the sun shows.
Moon, your origin is something nobody knows.
Why is it you show only one face?
You are the brightest until the sun shows.
In a dark night sky, you take your place.
Ipomoea Macratha twist and turns climbing the trellis
But it is not glossy green elongated leaves I relish
Those flowers of white that appear at night really draw my fancy
Soft and delicate with the Starfish design but only at night dances
When sun goes down it is time for it to open and show its crown
That beautiful white flower that loves the sun's end and going down
The sweet potato is in this plant's family__that lucious food
Some members of family are medicine after being stewed
So influenced by the moon the flower opens wider when full
Stays open longer when the moon gives it a high in daylight pull
The ivory white that is so soft that it looks like white rose petals
At the flower shows it should receive all the honorable metals
Morning glory lunar flower best for entertaining in dark hours
Just wait first bloom will appear then jealousy comes from those flowers
A rippling stream
in a moonlit night
moon in her lap
molten delight
dancing down
a sleeping hill
singing a song
and making twirl
softly breaking
the silence-glass
telling her presence
the dancing lass
murmuring leaves of
pine,oak
nudging each other
to start a talk
with this damsel
lovely stream
in this night of
moonlit dream
falling in love
the starry sky
flying kisses from
up so high
a different dream
in dancing mind
the rippling stream
is trying to find
the midnight trail
of a night bird
its distance call
could be heard
the dancing lass
wants to fly
with that bird
in the sky.
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