When at last, tender diurnal light dies
And distorted, spectral shadows lengthen,
Steadily, a profound stillness arrives
Cloaked in a velvet gown. Song birds settle
In meagre nests of twigs and thistledown.
And fresh flowers close their drowsy petals.
One can only hear lullabies of sound.
It's a time of sweet repose so subtle,
Where in the wild woodland nooks and crannies,
Miniscule, surreal creatures gently stir,
In leafy murmurs of spring's healing breeze.
O they dart between bush and conifer.
Under a harvest of stars! Certain owls
And bats take self- assured flight on noiseless,
Beating wings. They're softly nurtured and crowned
By mysterious, moon-lit caresses.
My spellbound pen is inclined to transcribe
The deeper beauty of this potent night;
And the secret realms where dreams are woven;
Which our ordinary senses suspend.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
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Good write D. Yes - I went on a night time woodland walk and fell over a fallen branch - so I say! lol. Should have brought a torch with me.
Thanks...ha-ha...I'll comment on your poem and others later today. I have a busy morning of teaching ahead of me...should be fun!
Happy teaching!
The feeling I get from this poem is woven of two principle threads, night and nature that form the magical fabric of an enchanted feeling in this work. Well done Dominic
Well written, your poem revolves around the tranquility and beauty of nighttime in nature. It captures a moment of stillness and reflection as day turns to night, emphasizing the magical and serene aspects of the natural world.
Thanks...much appreciated!
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