At Night

Last light escapes
Darkening horizon
Reveals the show
Floating stars shine
In spotlight, falling
In angle from the
Pale white moon
The crickets chirp
From grass blades
Resonates, a tune
Carried by breeze
To remote areas
Mere function to
Grind out sorrows
Into this abyss, for
Once lost, hearts
Become resistant
To death of hopes
Alert to rotating
Fortunes, handle
In tow, intricacies
Life will again get
Cabinet of night
Holds all despairs
Gifts all new hope
As first light dawns

Written for Big Tent Poetry, Wordle Prompt.


Photograph from Anne Darling Photography, found through Google Images

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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