Messages after Midnight

by Maple Tree   Aug 28, 2015


Deep thought consumes me
during an August sunset,
rising for a moon that
never fails to understand
whispers of yesterday.

Deeply I live for darkness
when midnight dew
upon emerald green
becomes a blanket
for the soul.

Old Maple choreographs
tales in the
dark, cryptic
notations mate within
circles of life.

I rest as dawn approaches
and those confessions
become harmonic melodies
that only the sparrow and I
can sing....

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  • 9 years ago

    by Britt

    Correographs = Choreographs? :) Or is this something different? My brain... mush. lol.

    This is beautiful. I always love your nature poems, they just settle with me in a different way than others' nature poetry does.

    "cryptic
    notations mate within
    circles of life."

    This felt so spiritual to me, and I think it's because of the message I listened to recently. Talking about God being in control but allowing us control... and in your words I see how the world can influence our lives, creating a havoc, yet doing so so cryptically we may not even realize the influence others have over our lives.

    Does that make sense? LOL I'm just rambling. I love that we have such different worlds and yet know we always relate to one another. I so appreciate you and our friendship!

    You have a typo in melodies in the last stanza, btw :)

    I simply love this poem. It's just beauty, with such a strong, deep message. I feel you breathing a breath of relief with this. :) Love you!

    • 9 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Thank you pantso!!! Love you

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Another wonderful piece. Your poetry is effortless.