Night’s Respite

Orange and red – dance the flames

Damp logs – low whistles release

As wood more seasoned crackles and pops

In a distant tree an owl lets loose a screech

Breaking the sense of nocturnal peace

A blanket unrolls before the blaze

In anticipation of rest at end of day –

A brief repose now the day is done

Journey continues with rising sun


Padre

Whisper

Milky Way, Galaxy, Night, Sky, Stars
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A whisper?

Faint breath upon the evening breeze

Wordless voice of speaker unseen

You have captured my fascination

Though but why I have no explanation

Yet my ear seeks again your voice to hear

Perhaps to catch your message clear

Do not taunt me with silence now

As I latch upon the chance – your whisper to recieve

I, your devoted auditor avow

That your utterance shall be held precious

If you but once again grace my ear


Padre

Nightfall

Sun, Sunset, Sky, Cloud, At Dusk, Japan
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The horizon dims to the west

As Helios’ orb dips beneath the crest

Thus comes the end of another day

And Nocturne’s realm shall take sway

The twinkling host shall soon appear

Against the heavens sable veneer


Padre

Night Dwellers


Halloween, Tree, Silhouette, Moon, Fog, Bats, Creepy
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Night time 
The darkest realm
The nocturnal dwellers
Scarcely aware of the coming
Sunlight

Morning
A place by night dwellers eschewed
They prepare for their sleep
In the dawn hour’s
brightness

Night time
The darkest realm
The nocturnal dwellers
Unaware of the coming sun
Spread wings

Unknown
Is the bright times of the daylight
For they in darkness rest
At the sunrise
They sleep

Padre


Colleen’s syllabic challenge this week is to write using a poem by Sue Vincent as our theme.  I have chosen the line: “sun rises unseen” as my prompt.  I have used a mirrored mirrored cinquain (if that is a thing) as my form.

Heading To Night

Paint Chip Poetry

In a cabin in the woods  –

As from Summer to Autumn time bends

The cotton blossom has all been picked –

Leaving but bare brown stems.

The family together  – safe secure

With trust in God and one another

The changing seasons brings no fear

And as the sun begins to set – heading to night,

As the night owl begins her evening flight

Our family hold each other warm and tight


 

Padre

Paint Chip Poetry #43: Prompt – To Night by Percy Bysshe Shelley.  “Our paint chip words and phrases are cabin in the woods, deviled eggscottonAquariusblossom, showtime, and night owl. The bonus angel card is trust . . . .  Use however many of these words and phrases you want. I don’t plan to use them all this week, just to mix things up a bit.”