[Kay Syrah]

Night things

Cicadas click
moon dips
doors whisper
closed
making a noise
for time.

Dark slips
its fingered grip
inside a glove
that delineates
its invisible hand

night procedes
ignoring
the no wake sign
and rocks
the loosely moored
till they free
themselves from
restraint

and boats
shake their
harbour tethers
to follow
the tide
at dawn.

[Soaring Feather]

Dark slips
its fingered grip
inside a glove
that delineates
its invisible hand

Oh gorgeous.

[Countyline]

You have a marvelous way with words evidenced throught this entire thread. It is enticing, beguiling, and mood altering to read your work. Thank you.

Bind them together and have them printed. Many will benefit. At least it would be a thrilling prospect ...