Hypnotic Lights

A cold night winters

     Hypnotic lights sway pared in lilac like lace, they boarder a thoroughfare of electric jade. Those colliding particles jettison upward. As vertical runners blaze into the blackness of the sky. The glow makes silver the snow and the retreating predators of gray and white are nothing more than shadows as they run on the fly.

     Air clean and cold with just a hint of a bit¸ clears my sinus and makes dry my eyes. Beauty in motion is the canvas of the wild. The waxing of the moon makes me wonder out loud.

     A barred owl in motion makes not a sound, but the scurry of little feet that frantically run are soon silent as he scoops up just one.  A coyote protests with a lone-sorrowful howl.  For his tummy grumbles from the loss of his snack as the old owl feast perched high in his nest.

     I sip my coffee wrapped snug and tight, and listen to the masterpiece of this cold November’s night. The glow of my fire shines through the blinds and I continue my vigil from the front porch of my hut. 

     In the remoteness of the forest, something crashes through the trees.  My imagination runs wild and I stand to my feet. Quickly the crash appeared and just as quickly silence refunded. I used this moment to freshen my drink. Coupled with a small giggle I take in the aroma of my cup. Then I continue my night watch till the sun would come up.

Reviews

[roarke]

Imagery and mood are superb here Cherrie. In the last paragraph, I'm not sure what the crash refers to and why your reaction to it was seemingly nonchalant. Otherwise, I am familiar with these moments where I live and you've related everything with truth here. Nice write.

[barleygirl]

This feels like a page out of my own nights! I love the way your sparkling details remind me of my own wilderness existence, yet also with many fresh ideas for capturing such scenes. The best part of your vignette is how dynamic it is as you interact with the surroundings (((HUGS))) Fondly Margie

[Cherrie Palmer]

It's true the sounds of nature resonate with other nature lovers.
I would love to read your own such account.

[barleygirl]

A more recent poem of mine: Sunday Afternoon . . . I tried to read request you, but that's turned off.

[emmajoy]

This is such a distinct tale of nightime life.. a meeting of hours spent hidden yet - very much alive. You use such fine phrases, Cherrie, '..and listen to the masterpiece of this cold November’s night.' Your words could so easily be a gently applied chain pf miniatures painted by ancient monks neath the glow of candles! The night is a world of its own, struck by magic..

[Pete]

you write very powerfully and soulfully. i too love nature. quite mesmerizing ...

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes, the balance of nature is grace in motion and death with split second accuracy. It is a vivid muse. That drawls me in every time. I'm so glad you enjoyed the read.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I see you've been reading, 'Walden' by Thoreau. One of my favorites.

[Pete]

favorite work by favorite writer. not only read, used to go there and swim the pond and walk around it in the woods. his spirit lives there. no better place for me ...

[Cherrie Palmer]

sounds like a great place to visit...I have that book saved to my phone and head it often.

[Cherrie Palmer]

read it often lol

[Pete]

best piece of work i've ever read.

[Davidgeo]

That's just pure description. A whole bunch of it. And it all ties together... and it's in long form (paragraph form).

It's not an easy thing to do.

The substance is fine but it's your form I'm most impressed with.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you, I love nature in all of her glory. I can't paint (Not good anyway) and the best I can do is try and snapshot a moment.
I'm glad you liked this one it's one of my favorites.

[Dead]

This is beautiful! :)

[Coyote Song]

this is fantastic. The imagery in this is enthralling. The constant motion keeps one on the edge of heir chair to find out what happens next in this cold wild landscape. I think this is a fantastic piece of writing. Superb job on this.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you, so much I like to keep my writing diverse, in hopes to improve my skills, but my favorite thing to write about is nature.

[Coyote Song]

You're very welcome.

[Firebird]

Thank you. A veritable feast of images!

[Cherrie Palmer]

thank you Fire

[Brenda Stano]

Your words paint reality in an exactly, emphasizing beauty.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is always something out there...but when we don't see it, we relax...refresh, and then wait again...
this reminds me of 1964....the sightings in Michigan...and the long walks i took at night...out in the fields, hoping to see something...hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever might be out there.
thanks for the memories.

[Cherrie Palmer]

There is a thrill in the unknown