The soft fall of midnight

By Matthew M.C. Smith,

 

I know the soft fall of midnight:

the film of dew on dark buds’ lips

 

a scent of lavender pressed underfoot

the celestial stream in the shallow brook

 

the pulsing throb of turning carp

in slick pool below willow’s dark

 

the fox’s tread and backward stare

the owl’s descent in the thicket’s air

 

hear the hush of shrouded hills

a quickening wind in star-filled fields

 

a curve of dawn in eastern light

drink the bitter wine of night

 

 

Note: ‘The soft fall of midnight’ is neo-romantic and attempts to encapsulate the sensory impressions of midnight.


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