twilight lingers in the treetops
the dog and I try not to stare
as the bats give web wing into the beckoning air
such grace and sturdy stretch of flesh and bone
un-feathered bird and night masked soul
they blindly dance into the paths of stars
the dog and I walk the violet deepening path
lanterns of fireflies inflame the slim crescent moon
casting reflections of the once and future dawn
she is the mirror of the suns musings
choicest tomes are recited in her presence
while bashful boys make cow eyes at her pale face
and swear oaths to her silvered beauty
the dog and I loiter in the glimmering dusk
listening to the poetry of wing and moon
waxing and waning
as we slowly make our way home
in the darkling summer night
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very beautiful, the picture as well is very captivating.
My first read, i thought she with the pale face was the dog, and even when I gave the pronoun to the moon I liked the idea of the dog being part of the elemental and peaceful magic. Beautiful.
this poem is a flow of beauty to see, feel and drink deep…and the photo is simply out of the world…. thanks for sharing this Kathleen…
Lovely creation of ambiance Sabra…just lovely.
yeesh…I mean Kathleen!
the poetry of the wing and the moon…ha…nice…the moon has been writing some nice poetry the last couple nights…..nice walk with the pups….
probably not nice…but we used to throw rocks int he air to attract the bats….
Beautiful and peaceful….I love the photo, which is spectacular, and especially enjoyed “they blindly dance into the paths of stars”, and “listening to the poetry of wing and moon”. Also the “darkling summer night.” Captured to perfection.
You write with such tenderness towards nature. Thanks for sharing this. =)
I am very fortunate to live in such a beautiful place – a lake surrounded by steep ridges and deep green hollows- filled with amazing flora and fauna – and I am happy to share this beauty in my writing. Thanks! K
I wanted to be on that walk with you and you dog pal. Lovely.
Well, little Theodore would have loved your company. He is quite the sweet boy- thanks, Sabra – K
Beautiful! I love your bats, “such grace and sturdy stretch of flesh and bone/un-feathered bird and night masked soul/they blindly dance into the paths of stars”
Thanks, Jennifer. It is always a treat to see these fascinating creatures swooping in the evening air. K