Night Whispers
Night Whispers

Winds whisper in the night,
calling through the naked wood.
Shadows pass the silver creek,
where the giant maple stood.

In the darkness no one sees,
for the moon has gone to sleep.
Round about the massive trunk,
little creatures creep.

Quivering in the midnight sun,
on barbs of gossamer thread.
High upon the tallest branch,
a spider has spun her web.

On ancient paths the ashen mist,
glides like a hoary ghost.
Silent on their verdant boots,
clouds gather by the coast.

A steely north wind carries,
geese flying on the wing.
And in the starry sky above,
nature lifts her voice to sing.

“ Lionheart
~

Comments:
 
Starlingpoet   Starlingpoet wrote
on 8/11/2009 2:05:51 PM
I love this ~ The third stanza is my favorite. This poem is written about a time long ago and the language and images can really take you there. Wonderful!!

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Synopsis
Night Whispers Winds whisper in the night, calling through the naked wood. Shadows pass the silver creek, where the giant maple stood. In the darkness no one sees, for the moon has gone to sleep. Round about the massive trunk, little creatures creep. Quivering in the midnight sun, on barbs of gossamer thread. High upon the tallest branch, a spider has spun her web. On ancient paths the ashen mist, glides like a hoary ghost. Silent on their verdant boots, clouds gather by the coast. A steely north wind carries, geese flying on the wing. And in the starry sky above, nature lifts her voice to sing. “ Lionheart ~
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