#NationalPoetryMonth Day 7: Night Wings

For Day Seven of National Poetry Month I bring my attempt at a cleave poem.


Storm

Night Wings

 

Night wings beating a song into the evening

against the morning light, glorious and bright

Enchanting darkness calls to its children

with a tune macabre, with shadow’s dusky dance

until time’s retreat, and the aria serenade

fades into a sunrise echoing past tomorrow







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