![]() Echos through the treesA Poem by Cherrie
With the setting of the sun
Time did slow And the eyes of man Turned to the sky above. The curtain of night Softly did flow. High from the heavens Dusting the earth below. Gentle the breeze That ruffled the veil. Peering from behind The Moon did swell. The bright full moon Heavy with light. Commanded its space On this winter’s night. As the breeze did cease The shroud grew still. And the stars aligned Twinkling God’s will. Creatures of the Glen Arrived one by one And alone wolf’s howl Declared the show had begun. So the curtain diffused And it fell without a trace revealing twinkling stars That danced in place. The image of the moon Clung to the lake As restless swans Scurried away. The song of the loon Received high praise As, the “who” of the owl Echoed through the trees. Silhouettes upon the eddy Where ripples are mild Showed the moon now pale Slip into the depths of the water. And the night now spent Prepared for slumber. © 2025 CherrieReviews
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7 Reviews Added on February 5, 2025 Last Updated on February 5, 2025 Author![]() CherrieSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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