the call


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


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