SIMPLY DESCRIBING A GARDEN AT NIGHT

SIMPLY DESCRIBING A GARDEN AT NIGHT  

The night wind rustles and tushes and shushes
and hushes and rushes over dark earth like a 
disseminating elbow of question and response.

The night clouds obscuring the resplendent 
plethora like Gondwanaland plates have passed, 
leaving clear perception of the moon and stars. 

Down below, the treefingers seem linked in 
a finemesh, intercapilliary network, stripped 
of their leaves now that Autumn has come. 

I hear the beck running its hand through an 
angel's hair in the background; see earth's 
lumpen furniture – the fell – is still very dark. 

Now from the East, more Gondwanaland plates
come shoving, but the moon still emanates its 
mercury halo up in the pre-dawn firmament. 

(2020)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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