Night Moves

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Day draws its cloak tighter.
Scripted hours fade now to black sky.
The hush of night feels like a closed door,
it sounds like monks in prayer,
and I wonder what was wasted here.
Here in the Heartland,
did I miss the click clack of windchimes
carrying music across the field?
Did I forget to notice
the me that is morphing
in to the next day?

Still, the naked trees stand guard,
on high alert, they greet what is next,
not my foolish questions.
They, the silent witnesses of a captive night,
stand quiet like ushers,
to welcome this dark night,
the backdrop for stars and comets,


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12 thoughts on “Night Moves

  1. A lovely and evocative poem. I can see the naked trees outlined against the dark sky. I love the hints of religious imagery. You are a talented poet. 🙂

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