Thursday, October 2, 2014

Honeysuckle Insomnia

Honeysuckle aromas draw me
Filling in my room where I lay
Spring time spells arrival
Keeping summer at bay

The chirp of a mockingbird
Goes on through the dawn of night
Does she ever sleep?
What is her joy she employs so trite?

So bright this light the moon
Arcing backwards, east to west
I will walk the call of the hills
This nocturnal trail at my behest

A silvery sheen shadows everything
From chaparral that mantles the hillside
To rocks aglow
Maybe I’ll follow where moon shadows go

Days become lengthy
But now night and light rules the sky
How can this be I ponder
In the back of my mind’s eye

Should I yearn and return to my bed
Retire to my sheets
And leave the hills here
Or should I amble onward, the dawn to meet

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

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