Saturday, August 20, 2016

NOCTURNE


photo by Jon Merk


And now the little nightbirds all are sleeping.
A froggy chorus rides the evening air.
High in the cedar, mourning doves are calling;
in the topmost branch, they've found
some purchase there.

The dusky light creeps softly down the mountain.
The heron on one leg folds up her wing.
Owl swoops the tall grass searching for her dinner.
Around the pond the noisy crickets sing.

Onto the darkening pasture 
creeps the nightfall,
atop the barn, a silver slice of moon.
The stars wink on. The twilight turns
to darkness. It's time to sleep. 
Morning will come too soon.

One from 2013, my friends, shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

28 comments:

  1. You have created a peaceful scene with your words, Sherry....showing the progression from dusk to evening to complete darkness, but with the knowledge that morning WILL come again!

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  2. Oh my . . . oh my! Your words are so very beautyiful.

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  3. Lovely. You've painted this nocturnal nature scene so beautifully, with such delicate, evocative notes. (Sigh.) Goodnight, moon. Sleep well, Sherry.

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  4. Such a lovely, word, 'nocturne'. And a very lovely poem to express it.

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  5. What a beautiful restful poem this is Sherry. I had to check my watch to see if it was time for bed!

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  6. What a a wonderful scenery... Too often I never experience it due to our long daylight... And yes Nocturne is perfect.

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  7. You have painted such a gorgeous and peaceful scene here, Sherry :D Love the title too!


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  8. Ah. Wonderful imagery...one can see through your words.
    I really liked it.
    -HA

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  9. Just love it... what a picture you paint...

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  10. There is a sense of tranquility and calm in this beautiful piece Sherry - how wonderful to share it with you - and a stunning photograph too xo

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  11. Your words have painted an atmosphere of tranquility. Love these two lines....
    The dusky light creeps softly down the mountain.
    The heron on one leg folds up her wing.

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  12. A peaceful and blessed way to enter the night. All is right with the world and the heron rest. Very nice Sherry...bkm

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  14. totally at one with this atmospheric poem Sherry- especially love "mourning doves are calling;
    in the topmost branch, they've found
    some purchase there."

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  15. such lovely imagery, Sherry!
    you have painted a beautiful canvas of a night scene, and a peaceful one too.

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  16. an evensong for the soul...Thank you Sherry...

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  17. Ah, nightfall! Like a live thing, it comes to sleep with us. I'm with you, Sherry. And everywhere I go, the same crickets sing.

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  18. Beautiful imagery. Enjoyed reading the poem, Sherry.

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  19. Luv your languor of night's unfolding to the extent that you pronounce 'morning as coming too soon'

    much love...

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  20. I love this Sherry. It makes me wish I was a spirit flowing through the night witnessing this.

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  21. Oh, Sherry, this one surprised me...someone was so tuned in the voices of night... I enjoyed so much!

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  22. Wonderful imasgery. Thank you for this

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  23. A reads like meditation... perfect for right before bed... so many wonderful images...

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  24. Oooh what a lovely goodnight poem. Your words are like velvet.

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  25. Oh those summer night sounds...I am looking forward to them...all that activity yet a lovely hush and stillness about it....Stunning !

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  26. Can morning ever come too soon? I wonder...

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