Overtures of Night

Leaves dancing jigs
tethered to tree,
Breezes on tickling spree

reliable trees converse with fickle sky,
weathervane branches easily swayed, only
gale winds topple trees in nature’s power play

Jumping jack squirrel thumps noisily
Bouncing repeatedly on plexi canopy
Wily imp even escapes my stealthy focus

Crickets’ chorus a nightly sonata, dead
of night more alive than a din ridden day
its decibels always reaching tuned in ears

starry night by Van gogh – pen drawing



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