Long Nightjars Poems

Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,                    ...

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The old sorcerer was teaching his apprentice a lesson about the moon, but as usual the subject drifted, this time, to witches. “How would I know a witch if I saw one?” The apprentice asked.

“It’s...

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What's not to love?
  What's not to marvel at?
   At the mauve lilac dusk?
    At the smiling crescent moon?
     Moon glowing up above?
  ...

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I sat by a moonlit window last night
As sleep did not come- elusive as the Dugong-
My eyes but portal gazing wide into a deep vast sea.

The songbirds were hushed except for the nightjars and owls.
A...

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I imagine her pearl-pink clouds crashed into gray and the wind 
grew too stiff, blowing leaves into sparring wars over a dull earth. 
I imagine the sun flashed peculiar rays and slanted in odd directions...

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Soon the forest would reveal its dark secret

Poems are written. Music is composed. Ballets are staged.
In enacting suspense-filled plays, each creature is engaged.
Mysteries, like petals of blossoming flowers, unfolded.
As sketched by nature, the shapes of...

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What is happiness, I just wanted to know,
Was it the song of heavy rain or the breezy snow?

Was it a dance of colorful water fountain,
Or was it a beautiful sunflower covering the whole mountain?

The spell...

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Above the Blue Ridge hills
flights of stealth owl
glide in from the moon.

Strange how a jungle is never quiet
but these Tennessee woods
sleepwalk along moccasin paths
watched over by the velvet foliage
of dreaming tree.

Owls are the true eagles...

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Long ago,the guinea fowls congregated 
Clourfully and innumerably 
And sang sweet songs 
And played in the savanah
They sang for the for the antelopes 
To leap  and dance in the beautiful grass lands
 The farm...

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As dusk hours darken the skies ever later
Crepuscular creatures return
Strisores awaken the heathland
As the heat of the day still rises from the earth. 

Quietness blankets the world in black
So silent I hear only noise
Yet over...

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The Owl hooted, the Badgers scampered
black and white suited. The Raven slept
with open eyes, as moon glow fell from
starlit skies. Silence broken by a babbling
brooke, and the Stag drank with a watchful 
look. Reflecting light...

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In the Appalachian hill country
there are night birds;
they call to each other in the dark
yet hunt alone.

These birds are not
owls but nightjars, they are known also
as whip-poor-wills, goatsuckers,
or bug-eaters by the locals.
When they utter they...

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Under the hedgerow,
nothing will fall apart, nor hold,
until a first milky dribble
is squeezed into the
mewing mouths of the newborn.

Small forms roll in their dim pelts,
nightjars swoop from branch to tree trunk,
bat calls return to receiving...

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The night was a raven's wing,
soft and black, 
waiting to be adorned with
gold and silver chips 
which never showed,
as the stars had spun off- 
hidden deep in the backdrop, 
and the moon had yet
to make...

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Sentinel, through cloud cover, as a lover discovering each other, 
the moonbeam cuts the stillness of the secret night. 
Illuminating nightjars in flight and denizens 
of the dark embarking on their nocturnal ramblings. 
Shambling, snuffling...

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I have a passion to hold a lamp aloft,
to capture one acre of starshine
before the sun writes a new dawn.

Rusting Chevys bloom in the half-light.
Nightjars depart on shadow wings.
Shimmering’s walk toward my window
on silver slippers.

A...

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When the earth's shadow 
falls on the moon. 
In the loneliness of twilight
I keep you alive 
and fresh in my mind
You seem so near 
every time I close my eyes
Oftentimes I venture 
into the eventide
When...

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When the moth is on the wing
and only drunks and nightjars sing.
In that cloistered, muggy, midsummer night
when pipistrel and owl take flight.

And the moon plays hide and seek with cloud
and creatures hide 'neath woodland shroud.
I...

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Birdwoman wore eagle, robin, osprey and owl.
In her hair, with a certain flair
Hummingbirds, swifts and waterfowl
Making their nest in her lovely hair

Birdwoman sported pelicans, penguins and egrets too
Wearing them proudly, none of them too loudly...

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Pondering about life at high noon 
just sitting by this beautiful lagoon
gorgeous plants, flowers in bloom
all of nature seems to be so attune 
all of our Worlds ills I feel immune 
bathing in its glory...

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Night filters sight and sound
into caves of awareness
where owls and nightjars
clatter, where timorous creatures
forage and snuffle.

The forest has gathered here
for generations, it has its own language
ground through layers of nocturnal
sentience.

In the silent cabin they interface,
trace...

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Rest now in golden slumber
                 As shadows fall away
Your dreams to unencumber
       ...

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The sky canvas seems glittery.
Hiding a divine mystery
The red moon’s rays glow like ruby,
Sapphire stars shine so silvery.

Swift's shadows sing the sun's send-off.
Each shade shows nature's mastery.
Midst black-sheep clouds are a taut trough.
Sapphire stars shine...

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