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
