2 March 2022
the call
what called me outside tonight?
was it murmur of movement
through bare trees
second sibling to spring breeze
- or buds like dewdrops
at tips of branches
whispered promises of
flowers, leaves
- or was it that first star
winking on
like infant’s eye
at sniff of dawn
- or tranquil silence
that blankets lawn?
maybe, instead, the answer lies
in tidal current of this sky
as sun dissolves to inky night
vivid hues flow red to blue
in swiftly shifting liquid light
to enchant, engage, to stun, and woo
thus, i submit, rapt, love-blind
and plunge my soul in smooth twilight
Ooh how being out of doors replenishes the soul!
~meg vlaun