Thursday, September 12, 2019

To The Stars~


The harsh summer evenings
   stretch long to pull the sky
to earth as a coverlet.
The crowns of trees
   begin playing with shadows first,
then merge softly in earth’s hues, lines,
colors and moods- 
---very hesitatingly, delicately
eventually, the darkness descends….
The borders vanish
   whipping across like a blindfold!
And then…
  It’s time to stride up the invisible
    Stairs into the Persian-blue sky.
The shimmering fairy lights sprout,
The night-sky glitters in their heavenly finery….
Faint, silver-tint fires in the dark vibrate
    like leaf-tips in a squall,
Some drift…or, shrink into the distance.
Seems, an eternal sojourn....

While stars do drift above our heads, 
Dreams do flit above our beds 
     in these dangerous times.




written for Sumana 's prompt on Poets United. https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/poets-united-midweek-motif-looking-at.html