Saturday, August 22, 2009

Birth of Night

The season’s summer paint covers the hills bronze
like earth breasts they flaunt their curve
then cover themselves in cloak of fog
as they near the sea

The spirit of small sun's flower
fennel in yellow crown display near the ravine
filled with cattail in the seek of moisture’s last rain
where oak trees rise
like forever in peace of shade

Behind a great rock
the sun sets
diluted by the turn of earth
it mellows and changes form

I watch the others that stop
to give reverence to this moment
when time stops in between
as couples holding hands
and children silhouetted with their sand
all shade their eyes

I hear a song that is timeless
as centuries of human joy
watch the miracle of the birth of night

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