Night Time Rush

 

 

A teardrop of Moon sits low over valleys of shadow

And above a standing army of dandelion clocks too

And when the purple night breeze rises high

A million floating time seeds fill the twilight air

 

Precariously drifting to some hopeful meadow

Some are carried up to the foothills of Star mountain

And some are swept low to drown in dark waters

While the bulk silently fly in the middle air

 

Those that are not prey to nightbirds on the wing

Manage to touchdown like a parachutist landing

Onto the soft, wet and fertile soil

In the desperate journey of the night time rush

 

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Good morning Leigh ( youngest sisters middle name...),
First poem I have read of yours and first poem I have rad this morning...
Just in from hours of gardening...mainly weeding..due to all the rain...so it seems it was meant to be that I read your lovely flowing poem..
Lisa, now in Spain

[Larry Dyson]

really liking the way you weave the quietly rushing nite, and the almost in shadows, proliferation of the seeds and their journeys...Laury

[MsJewel]

You have created some beautiful images in this well written poem. A delight to read!
:) Julie