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.
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!
ReplyDeleteOh my . . . oh my! Your words are so very beautyiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely. You've painted this nocturnal nature scene so beautifully, with such delicate, evocative notes. (Sigh.) Goodnight, moon. Sleep well, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely, word, 'nocturne'. And a very lovely poem to express it.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful restful poem this is Sherry. I had to check my watch to see if it was time for bed!
ReplyDeleteWhat a a wonderful scenery... Too often I never experience it due to our long daylight... And yes Nocturne is perfect.
ReplyDeleteYou have painted such a gorgeous and peaceful scene here, Sherry :D Love the title too!
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Ah. Wonderful imagery...one can see through your words.
ReplyDeleteI really liked it.
-HA
Just love it... what a picture you paint...
ReplyDeleteThere 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
ReplyDeleteYour words have painted an atmosphere of tranquility. Love these two lines....
ReplyDeleteThe dusky light creeps softly down the mountain.
The heron on one leg folds up her wing.
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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ReplyDeletetotally at one with this atmospheric poem Sherry- especially love "mourning doves are calling;
ReplyDeletein the topmost branch, they've found
some purchase there."
such lovely imagery, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteyou have painted a beautiful canvas of a night scene, and a peaceful one too.
an evensong for the soul...Thank you Sherry...
ReplyDeleteAh, nightfall! Like a live thing, it comes to sleep with us. I'm with you, Sherry. And everywhere I go, the same crickets sing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery. Enjoyed reading the poem, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteLuv your languor of night's unfolding to the extent that you pronounce 'morning as coming too soon'
ReplyDeletemuch love...
I love this Sherry. It makes me wish I was a spirit flowing through the night witnessing this.
ReplyDeletesoft and gentle Sherry--like a breeze--
ReplyDeleteOh, Sherry, this one surprised me...someone was so tuned in the voices of night... I enjoyed so much!
ReplyDeleteWonderful imasgery. Thank you for this
ReplyDeletesoooo peaceful
ReplyDeleteA reads like meditation... perfect for right before bed... so many wonderful images...
ReplyDeleteOooh what a lovely goodnight poem. Your words are like velvet.
ReplyDeleteOh those summer night sounds...I am looking forward to them...all that activity yet a lovely hush and stillness about it....Stunning !
ReplyDeleteCan morning ever come too soon? I wonder...
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