Spilled in the darkness

October 26, 2009
The night is damp and cool, the forest is at rest.
Beads of dew glisten on the untrimmed grass
The sweat of the earth’s labor
From bearing the burden of the blistering heat
And blinding light of day.
Bugs crawl on the silvery frames of trees
Hiding no longer from the dazzling sun.
Letting loose their chirps and clicks
Forming a tuneless symphony
All is illuminated by the small, pale moon
Pouring out its shallow light
Looking down, hiding in the earth’s shadow
While slowly creeping towards the horizon

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Paig3Cagl3 said...
Nov. 10, 2009 at 2:44 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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