Night’s Muse

The quiet night stretches leisurely,

waking slowly from morning dreams,

It leans on the stars and greets the moon,

Stretching out, on its beam…

 

Above the silent open fields,

it sits on bale of hay,

peaking through the windows…

watching you sleep,

waiting for the light of day.

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Musings

In the comforts of a lazy Sunday afternoon,

you ask all your whys

to the clear blue sky,

as you ponder laying on the green grass,

on the nothings and everything,

of life.

Haunted Willow

 

Stories that started and ended with the haunted willow,

leaves behind the ghost of their magic,

in the raging winds.