Silver Glow, a night poem

Confession: I’m a night owl at heart. Any any Mom of young children knows this isn’t good for our health, sanity — or at least, isn’t practical. I’ve tried to give up my nocturnal ways, bathing and brushing by 10pm most evenings, forcing a bedtime schedule upon myself.. But like many writers, readers, thinkers, dreamers — often I lie awake, unable to turn off my mind and quiet my thoughts. My cat yowls her displeasure at me lying down, so I get up to put on a pot of honey camomile tea and write another poem. Here is a poem I wrote that speaks of night and comes from sleeplessness.photo art @favim.com 

Silver Glow

Shadows of blackness
pass against a light post
casting a wicked aura
against the darkened night.
The songbird winces in the trees
its melody ceases, as
it is frightened and alone.
The stars come, playing a melody
to lure the moon out of its hiding
Shy when it is only a sliver, she slips out
from behind her curtain
casting a velvet shadow
over the earth.
Alive with this silver glow
the dark shadows retreat
the sky becomes alight with
melodic tones
and the moon shines
trusting the angels above her.
Copyright Stacie Eirich April 14 2016
*Also published in Space to Dream: Poems March 2016

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