rrodriguez

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.

 

Comments5

  • LAWLESS

    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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