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 nightDoes she ever sleep?
What is her joy she employs so trite?
So bright this
light the moon
Arcing
backwards, east to westI will walk the call of the hills
This nocturnal trail at my behest
A silvery sheen
shadows everything
From chaparral
that mantles the hillsideTo rocks aglow
Maybe I’ll follow where moon shadows go
Days become
lengthy
But now night
and light rules the skyHow can this be I ponder
In the back of my mind’s eye
Should I yearn
and return to my bed
Retire to my
sheetsAnd leave the hills here
Or should I amble onward, the dawn to meet
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2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing
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