Vespers

In the middle of the night
when the sun has taken leave
to parch the other side of the earth,
a calm sets in
and in the silence
the world comes alive.

The wind, lazy in this hour, 
weaves its way through the leaves
of the trees down by the river
like whispers of faeries
singing vesper songs
to the moon,

Water gently kisses the shore
in a lullaby accompanied
by the soft music of rushes 
and old cattails
bowing to the evening star
in reverence,

And my sigh,
barely a breath on the wind,
floats south
on the shadow
of a dream.


june 2007
Janet Reid






Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Andy