the katydids are done
trading accusations
this early morning
it is time for crickets and owls
to sing the small hours
before first light
teases the atmosphere
from starred black
to stained-glass blue
premonition to another sunrise
I am going to miss
unless I am still awake to meet it
This poem is filled with music!
Thanks, Seb!
Lyrical
Thank you
those moments are peaceful….although sleep would be peaceful too
Sleep? What’s that? Oh–that tricky little thing that wiggles away from me lately? Well, if it brings me lines like these occasionally, once a week (seems to be the pattern) is okay by me
Love it… love playing with descriptions of things natural.
Thanks–if I had to have insomnia, at least the valley was doing its darndest to sing me to sleep.
Trading insults! Wonderful imagery!
Suddenly insomnia is not such such a bad thing if it allows one to listen to all the sounds and music of the night creatures! Beautiful one.
Thank you, Noel. I did manage to fall asleep before the dawn chorus (or whatever Rhonda called it), just by a little bit
Fine use of imagery, Susan.
Thank you, Celestine.
While others sleep their dreamless sleeps you’re wide awake applauding nature.
Yes–at least once a week, lately
Was a pleasure reading you. Take care.
Thanks–you too!