Nights beginning

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The moon an orb of glowing silver against the

fading crimson horizon watches the last hours

of the day dance into silence. As darkness starts

to smother day, tiny specks in the sky like tiny

blurry kerosine lanterns, splash the sky with

sparkles of blue as they gaze from millions of

light years away. And we earthbound beings

will watch, and wait for the nights hours to cover

us with sleep: And as our breath fades into a silent

hum, and our minds dream of yellow roses,

night birds will climb onto the crab tree’s limbs

with soft pink blossoms gleaming from the moon’s

rays, and sing sweet melodies. It is then that the night

begins and the day vanishes into memories

 

James G. Piatt is a Best of Web nominee and three-time Pushcart nominee. He earned his BS, and MA from California State Polytechnic University, SLO, and his doctorate from BYU. He has had four collections of poetry; Solace Between the Lines, Light, Ancient Rhythms, and The Silent Pond, and over 1,550 poems, 35 short stories and five novels, published worldwide, in over 225 different publications. He writes poetry to maintain his sanity with hopes to succeed someday.

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