Whence Comes the Night

Whence comes the night that creeps upon the heels
of painted skies and shadows hanging low,
and lingers in the mist that cloaks the fields
with grasses gently swaying to and fro;

Where bullfrogs singing their hypnotic tune
give pause before a wolf’s sad, soulful cry, 
a haunting worship of the harvest moon   
hung, lonely, in the dusky, starless sky.

Hush now, take heed as daylight slowly fades
while painting sights and sounds upon your heart
where memories are brushed in muted shades 
wrapped softly and preserved like fragile art
   
Now comes the night to bid the day adieu
in whispers softly laid with evening dew.



april 2007
Janet Reid

image by shaun lowe



   
First Place Winner
Rhyming Poetry
19th Annual 
Timmins Daily Press Literary Awards
May 2007





Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ PIP



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ 
sonnet of the day April 16, 2007