Night Rhythms

The wind sang lullabies,

As the sun died a slow death.


The forest hushed & turned eerie,

Soft grunting sounds are heard,


The tiny mouse scurries away.

The trees swung their arms,


Flowers  curl-up to sleep,

The moon woke up & yawned.


The stream murmured as it tiptoed

Gurgling &  jaunting to the waiting pond,


While the ocean waves whispered a song.


My book called me to converse,

I heeded its incessant call.


The book’s words cried their pleas,


As the velvet night walked by slowly,

the stars glinting beckoned by the full moon.




    Truly poetic, depicting the flow of our surroundings. It’s great to read your work again rr.

  • Christina8

    This was so descriptive and full of grand metaphors I felt like I was there and could feel the night time forest. Thank you for sharing!

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write showing the pull of nature's glory.

  • Fay Slimm

    The flow of night's rhythm comes over so well in this poetic description of a forest when sun sets..... a great read and thank you

  • Santita

    The soothing appeal of this washes over the reader in waves of comfort. A beauty. Nice to see a post from you again, my friend.

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