Crickets signal the Pinpoints pop up
nightfall in the skies.
I hear them call Now the fireflies
Birds murmur their blink signals across
final peeps the lane,
ready to sleep. scenting the rain.
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| 📷Fireflies at Ochanomizu 1880 by Kobayashi Kiyochika Wikimedia commons |
Clouds drift over the half moon
bringing showers soon.
An owl sends out a warning,
long night till morning.
-Theresa M
☁☁☔🌌🌘☁☁
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| 📷 Supernova Explosion by NASA, 1987 |
Starlit Wonder
And all the dreams I’ve dreamed before
that stretch out into the skies,
each hanging as stars -
an intricate web -
reach out and extend to connect
to a dream that is yours.
Persistent desire feeding the fire;
The glow of the night sky -
from northern lights?
from lightning bright?
or the ecstasy of
a new creation
of starlight?
-Theresa M
🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘
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| 📷 Turkkinen on pixabay |
Moonglow
Silently the moonglow lays a glimpse of light
over the hills and valleys…
a sheet of snow reflects the white light--
faintly, softly.
Few houses scattered like mirages of dream-like
safety, warmth.
A light or two here and there casts like yellow candlelight
praising the moonglow.
This highway I drive leaves me no justice
to stay and watch the miracles of night.
Onward I go with the flashes of these dreams--
images my mind longs to partake of--
Cool, blue horizons with stars casts like lights.
But no match for the moonglow
on the snowy hills and valleys
that reflects the holy one.
Be at peace.
- Theresa M
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| 📷 cocoparisienne on pixabay |
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