Lazily undulating furrows stretch,
an exotic love song, under
the missing quarter moon
on this long and silky, rainy night.
Twelve shooting stars will fall
unseen, while Jupiter's
murderous glow burns, fierce, behind
the weary sky. Wandering, later,
out to the fallow field, eyes still
dreamy, breathing shallow,
lightning barely flickers at the edge,
the dozing sheep grow restive,
mumbling their deepest fears to us,
and one another. Deep blue ozone
tints the balmy breath that gathers up
the rain-slicked chestnut leaves, and
whispers timeless secrets
in our ears, to warm us on a distant
winter night, when we'll dream
of lullabies that only trees can hear.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Photo: Chris Rand, Star falling into the aurora over the Kewaunee River, Wisconsin
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