Life After Dark
Life After Dark
The fabric of night
is pinned to the sky
with crystaline stars.
A calm, moist breeze
caresses my hair
and kissess my cheek.
Delicate blooms
plays hide and seek
on a dead tree stump.
Clear, bright moonlight
shafts through the trees
and splatters the ground.
Pungent, wet soil
of a pregnant earth
invades my senses.
Tiny green sprouts
below brown leaves
pushes up toward life.
I am a child
of the night
This is my springtime.