In the Wake of Imminence

A silver-lit moon welcomes the quiet night of solitude

A gentle breeze now and then makes its way through the trees,

Although barren as they may seem.

A stark awakening is coming,

Surely, it is imminent.

Preparation is underway,

A recollection of untimely cycles speaks volumes,

Where to, now?

A voice mutters sweet release into the clearing,

But is it that sufficient for the climbing trees,

Whose roots are grounded in deep sentiment?

Although a premonition may arise from the heart of the attentive,

Only time will really tell the outcome,

When all is said and done. 

Reviews

[Stefano Segnan]

The structure you employed resembles more prose poetry than just poetry. This is due to the lack of a continues rhythmic cadence. If this was your intention then there are no objections to the structure at all, it is fine as it is.
The imagery is fluid and the verses are easy to fallow and the story albeit short, is whole, so good work there.

[Paramount]

Thank you. I appreciate it. :)