a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Colors of Night

Colors of night
wild and free
unseen voices
serenade me

Fear not the dark
listen to songs
and flights
with romantic tones

Bats wing unseen
almost silently fly
while frog and crickets sing
fireflies blink amorous sighs

Deep in the dark
predators roam
who feed on the songsters
no right or wrong

Day breaks
night beauty fades
with the sun's light
dark feast degrades

Rest for the return of the night.


18 comments:

brudberg said...

The night is still alive with all those sounds.. really nothing to fear but more enjoy.

aspiritofsimplicity said...

I love that first light

Lynne said...

Like the thought of . . .
Colors of the night
Wild and free . . .

Sandra said...

this describes the night perfectly and i like it a lot. this part

Deep in the dark
predators roam
who feed on the songsters
no right or wrong

is why I am afraid of the dark.... it is not the dark i fear but what is hidden in the dark...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Fear not the dark
listen to songs
and flights
with romantic tones

Loved these lines. The night holds both beauty and fear.. you have depicted the blend of both beautifully :)

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Country Gal said...

Beautifully written !

Mary said...

I like the way you have expressed that there is so much that is unseen in the night, but that does not mean there is not a lot of activity going on beneath its cover.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this poem , full of the creatures of the night.

Sumana Roy said...

This is beautiful Gail, night becomes an enigma here with all those unseen things hidden under its wing...wow...and i superlike the first stanza. ...the rhythm simply draws me into the poem...

Lowcarb team member said...

Now that was a very good read ... loved it.
I thought how you'd phrased and spaced the lines / words really worked well.

Thank you.

All the best Jan

eileeninmd said...

Beautiful poem, I love it! I have seen the bats flying and the fireflies in my yard at dusk! Happy weekend!

Jae Rose said...

Night can be both a place of freedom and pain..I sense in this piece as sense of figuring out what it quite means to us..

Linda Kay said...

Gail, I love to listen to the sounds of the bugs, whatever they are, as they serenade me to sleep at night.

Susan Anderson said...

Love the "dark feast degrades" line best of all.

Well done!

=)

G L Meisner said...

Well being a night owl is one way to spend the time.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

The night is so alive--loved the line with amorous sighs!

Karen S. said...

I see it all so clearly!

Moonie said...

I love the voice that you have given to nature.

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