Night

• Artist: Lord Tremour Wolfsbane
• Description: A poem I wrote about night-time. That's kinda obvious though.
• Date: 07/07/2009
• Tags: night nature walk moon

Softly, I tread on the hem of my dark blue jeans
as the full moon hangs high and full in the sky overhead.
The night sings its song of crickets and breezes,
of rustling leaves and of the unseen.
Stars gaze in at the shadows and the light
as I pass beneath half-light boughs and
awe at the marvel of the night.
The splendor of this midnight hour bears
witness to its own beauty.
And softly, softly I tread.

Comments

[FilipStiq]

I love this. Simple, direct. I recommend you try your hand at haikus, assuming you have not already. The only thing I would have said differently is "of rustling leaves and things not seen." That's just me.