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| An adult Pseudacris crucifer (spring peeper) |
Night sounds are mother’s
milk to the sleepless
who lay aside anxiety
to wait
like a sapling with a peeper
on it
softly welcoming its breathing
and song.
How to fear when life
signals All is well?
by going about its
business and
not freezing under
threat of intrusion
by something that
stalks, ready to murder.
We, too, are known to
the night and welcomed
on the branches of our
homes and busy
places, environments
that overwhelm
outdoor life, rhythm
sections of the night.
To be welcome to outdoor life delights
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chas
a soothing lullaby of night...............
ReplyDeleteSusan, I like the idea that we TOO are known to the night & welcomed by it. Thus there is nothing to fear in those night sounds that abound. This is a comforting poem!
ReplyDeleteTo be welcome to outdoor life delights
ReplyDeleteand allows sappling dreams to replace frights.
These are such wise words Susan, loved the closing lines..and the wonderful message it conveys :D
Beautifully executed :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I love your opening line, Susan. You bring a very natural rhythm to your sonnet form which is very pleasant to read.
ReplyDeleteI love the night's soft touch in the first stanza and feel "All is well" becoming a prayer song...I also like how peace nestles in the couplet...
ReplyDeleteI love that last line...sometimes night is intimidating but i think that's when the darkness is within - not outside..sometimes when you are awake it is the most soothing and peaceful of times..just you and nature...and maybe a cup of tea to ease you back to sleep again
ReplyDeleteThere is so much more to creation that is just there for us to connect into, great emotion in this.
ReplyDeletesappling dreams, what a great line, I enjoyed the flow of this
ReplyDeleteYou have brought out the beauty and serenity of night so beautifully. Sounds of night really work like a lullaby to sleepless people.
ReplyDeleteluv your opening metaphor
ReplyDeletehave a nice Wednesday; my Night poem is at
[http://myblog-verses.blogspot.com/2015/07/94.html]
much love
Susa, I hope I remember your words when I next have insomnia. I like the idea that we too are part of the night.
ReplyDeleteOh I especially love the first stanza which draws the reader in deeply........love that peeper on the sapling! Love the idea of us being known to the night and welcomed "on the branches of our homes".
ReplyDeletebeautiful. It's comforting even though the subject can't sleep.
ReplyDeleteThere is a deep under current to this that I think is summed up by this brilliant line:
ReplyDelete'We, too, are known to the night and welcomed'...
great work!
Beautiful write Susan! I love the opening stanza in particular--like Sherry said, it pulls you in--
ReplyDeleteI like this Susan. We are indeed known to the night - a big part of life. Your poem makes insomnia a little more bearable.
ReplyDeleteThere is a soothing feeling about the night you describe despite the dangers that clearly abound.
ReplyDeleteAh, night is so serene..glowing with the sheen of pearls in this. Awesome...the last two lines are so so good.😊 Thank you, Susan.
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot.. what a wonderful way to see the night.. especially the connection to sounds is really good.
ReplyDeleteSusan,
ReplyDeleteI suppose intruding into the night life can be a measured experience for all of us, even tiny creatures..Everything appears settled and calm, in the stillness. However, as with the tiny peepers, predators lurk in the darkness too. Rather as per life itself..
Eileen
Such a soothing opening line Susan - I shall remember these words when puzzled by night sounds as the house relaxes in its rest.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
..... sapling dreams - how lovely!
ReplyDelete........ sapling dreams - how lovely!
ReplyDeleteYes, night's sounds are indeed that soothing...what a lyrical lullaby this is... beautiful... :-)
ReplyDeleteThe sounds of life do drive away the fears when you know what it is you hear.
ReplyDeleteNight is magic or terror. All depends on ones perception and inner being.
ReplyDeleteSo much of what we experience of night depends on our mood, company (or not), environment and our past. Night can be our shelter or our pursuing fury... Well penned, Susan!
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