Midnight Interlude

Time, now late I sipped warm milk. Then stoked the fire to warm myself. From my window seat, the pond appeared, and the weeping willow shed a tear.

 

The moon bejeweled each blade of grass and its brilliant shine was fully waxed. A lacey rime of frost emerged. Misty tendrils began a dance, and the restless wind mirrored each step.

 

The midnight song of the owl began.  A dainty mouse twitched her ear and moved in closer so she could hear.  The midnight interlude just ahead caused our mouse to hide her head. She did not wish to be a snack, so she let the shadows shade her back. 

 The lofty song filled the night, till a cranky bass leaped into the sky. The offended owl flew away, and the Indigo Blue Bunting took center stage. His brilliant wings colored bright, a display of art by lunar light.

The moon bowed low and from the pond did drink. With time now spent into the water he sank. The light of day opened-up her eyes, and her crested smile so pale of light. A cardinal’s voice began the day, his words of love on display. The morning blushed for all to see and the mated pair landed in a tree. Now my glass is washed and put away, as I reposed to end my day.

Author's Note

maybe,

Reviews

[Rye]

This is such a wonderful, beautiful write. I found it a little thought provoking as well. Nicely expressed.
Awesome write

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you so much Ryanna. I appreciate your encouragement.

[Jason Shadows]

Beautiful and bright within imaging. Great thoughts provoke those who even don't realize it. Like this one.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Jason, I been editing a chapter all day and missed your review.
:) thank you I'll swing by in a bit and return the favor.

[Davidgeo]

"the moon bejeweled each blade of grass"
That's probably the best line I've read here in months.

The rest is, fine. But you're trying too hard. It should be shorter. But it's not like it's bad... I just have high standards when I'm reading. If I was writing I know I couldn't do so good as you here.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I get the whole shorter thing. The sad thing is I have piled a sentence or two on the floor already.
:) And thank you I reworked that line and thought it read much smoother this way.

[Davidgeo]

Don't take me too seriously, you're a better writer than me.

That "moon bejeweled" line really is quite lovely. I'm a little jealous.

[Neville]

The night shone bright & came alive and in that most beautiful of lights, all manner of tiny heart beats beat..... a real treat of a read and true...

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you :)

[Neville]

pleasure & true ..

[Coyote Poetry]

So beautiful dear Cherrie. The words made the reader feel and see your words. Closing of a day, consist of many things. Most we forget to see. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you:)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Cherrie.

[emmajoy]

'.. The offended owl flew away, and the Indigo Blue Bunting took center stage. His brilliant wings colored bright, a display of art by lunar light.'

Ohhhhhhh so beautiful! Your language is pure masterpiece, Cherrie. A succession of truth, of nature, of happenings so vivid and yet delicately placed. You have the lightest yet truest touch. Your rhyming prowess is so fine in this work.. ..

[Cherrie Palmer]

thank you Emma, originally I had the bunting in flight, but I thought it was to distracting and I removed those lines. I tried to get the flow of images right.
I always hate cutting things out that sound good but it was just to wordy.
So it makes me happy that you liked the flow of that image. :)

[emmajoy]

You seem always to recognise where and what to..

Whereas I should cut MY stuff down by 99%!

[Cherrie Palmer]

You know I always want to end up with a longer poem, but instead of adding more words to maintain the flow I always seem to swing the other :)
And you my dear are always on point.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

With a kid of nighttime and nature you have concocted a masterful piece of poetry,
Reminds of Robert Frost.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you so much. I wanted it take the reader with me. I humbly appreciate your compliment.:)

[Mrudula Rani]

A perfect picture of moonlit night, with serenading songs of nature. Your delightful rhyming, and the description of gorgeous surroundings... it is beautiful in every respect. Absolutely lovely writing.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Mrudula.

[Mrudula Rani]

It's entirely my pleasure.

[Lorry]

That cup of milk had more scenery in it than most holidays i've been on .
And to think that people waste their time watching tv when they could be viewing all this astounds me.
You not only painted s picture here Cherrie, you made a cinematic masterpiece of vision and sound. Pretty impressive, especially of a cold Tuesday.
The last line I love and wraps all that scenery into a thought, yhat to me says "beat that one, dream :)
Just one little thing...First verse says to warmed myself, maybe to warm myself was the intention.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I missed that all together.
Thank you kindly my friend. :)
I'm glad you enjoyed this.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Lol well in the country you can get more bang for your milk.

[Robert Trakofler]

Oh I liked looking thru your window Cherrie, what a lovely scene to be seen!!

[Cherrie Palmer]

as always, thank you :) I like to keep my window busy.

[Robert Trakofler]

more window!!!!