The Wind of the Night

A silent whisper, soft and gentle, pervading the darkness

Forming a ripple in the grass touched by silver under the moon.

Falling petals dancing in the air to the music of the night,

The shimmering of opaque on the surface of the pond,

And a faint stirring in the coat of the mute trees.

Silence blankets the world below.

Nothing prompts the senses save the one of touch.


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5 thoughts on “The Wind of the Night

  1. JR Littlejohn says:

    This is lovely. My advice is to pay attention to tense. You appear to switch tense in the middle of the poem. It seems to me that this piece might flow better if you just put the whole thing in present tense. =]


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