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!
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