Each night I stand upon my deck
Before I go to bed
The day is done and put away
But thoughts are in my head
I think of all the little things
That made me smile that day
I count them on my fingers
Each tiny in its way
And when I’m done I realize
That nothing is too small
For the feeling of well being
Is the consequence of all
Then in the stillness of the night
As I stand and contemplate
I catch a glimpse of something
Could it be that it’s just fate
That I should spy a shooting star
As it streaks across the sky
So brief the trail leaving
Left seared upon my eye
A fluke perhaps, or meant to be
To witness such a sight
The time and place fortuitous
On a charmed and lovely night night
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Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My routine is to go outside every night, just before bed and enjoy the stillness and beauty of the night sky. It's also when I think about my day and my family. A couple of nights ago I was fortunate enough to see a shooting star and it got me thinking.
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A beautiful verse, so full of peace and calm. It brought back so many childhood memories and the feeling of being tucked into bed.
Thank you dear friend for those kind words. There is something about being out in that peaceful night air that does conjure childhood for me as well. I can usually go to bed happy.
A complete experience, Bella - no trouble to sleep soundly that night..? Or any other, I believe.
Thank you dear friend for your kind comment. It does make for a more peaceful night.
You are not alone my friend, I do exactly the same thing each night ..
Your words today have a timeless feel to them and I am sure will also have a universal appeal .. They also remind me so much of the embroidered words on an old tapestry that used to be a family heirloom but went missing soon after my maternal grandmother passed .. So thank you for that too x
As always dear Neville, you read my heart. It is wonderful to know that someone else shares, and loves the experience. It may sound like hyperbole, but it makes me feel that I am one with the universe, and that the reason for everything is right there, always just within reach.
Wonderful words Bella, it sounds like a super idea to step outside and look at life and count your blessings before going to bed.
Andy
Thank you my friend for your kind comment. I guess there is something special about aging that makes us more reflective, and dare I say more appreciative.
Very true, I appreciate so much more in life at my age, 74 tomorrow.
Andy
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Good write Bella. I went outside at night but fell down a hole! I was sleep-walking! Doh! (I made that up. lol).
Dear friend, I hope it wasn't a black hole. Of course it couldn't have been, you would never have escaped. Thank you, and I love the fact that you always give me a smile!
Thanks Bella. *sings* Ohhh, each night I sing, and no one sleeps! lol.
Both healthy and beautiful, this 'routine' for lack of more elegant word. Nothing like going to bed happy. Peaceful night air, now that is a faithful and comforting companion! I can go back to specific nights just before bed and the peace washes almost as if it was those very same nights. Thanks for sharing.
I'm so glad to have shared the experience, and that you have tasted it as well. There is almost something magical about the night sky and the stillness, like being transported to another world. Thank you!
This is so beautiful written, thank you for the calmness and warmth that these words brought to me
Thank you so much for your kind words. It's lovely to share an experience, so glad that you enjoyed it.
A lovely writing )) and sometimes the smallest things are the nicest or the most beautiful .. maybe . Like seeing a bird , a cat I find those things can make me smile sometimes
Thank you dear Violet, isn't it nice to enjoy those little things. Even nicer when we can share them as we do here. Keep smiling my friend, and looking for those little things.
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