Blue Light

When comes the blue light hour,

and the lightning bugs take flight,

the air radiates an enchanted power,

holding promise for the night.

The bats begin to stretch their wings,

in the distance, the nightingale sings,

Owls ask "who?" of all the wondrous things

a silvery, moonlight-drenched night brings.

Hummingbirds and bees buzz off to bed,

as a breeze dances with the moonflower,

they know stars will soon sparkle overhead,

When comes the blue light hour.

Originally posted at Writing.com

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Good evening, dear Reader! I hope this poem finds you well. Just a few lines about one of my favorite times of day. I wrote this one last year, and I thought I shared it here.... Well, it's here now. 

Though you wouldn't know it, due to lack of updates here, I've been at work writing those pesky chapters I keep putting off on Quest. I'm almost ready to start posting chapters here again - hopefully to resume on Fridays in March. I'm also working on something, which I hope to have finished in the next two weeks - but I'm saving the details for when it's ready 😉

Until then, wishing you a beautiful night, day, or some time in the between....

∞Roari

Oceans

 

Happy Mother's Day!

Once upon a time, motherhood inspired me to start writing Mother's Day poetry. (Shocking, I know!) But, my muse has been on vacation much longer than I had planned, so, (please accept my apologies, Mom,) I have nothing new this year. Instead, I'll share two of her favorites, written for Mother's Days past....

In My Mother's Garden

In my Mother’s garden I watched many things grow,

How she made it happen, I never thought I’d know.

But as I watched her work, I learned to tend the plants,

Sometimes even helping, until distracted by some marching ants.

In my Mother’s garden it seemed everything came alive,

The world will never be as green as it was when I was five!

A new creature would be revealed with every stone unturned,

Each with a new (and sometimes painful!) lesson to be learned.

Wonder

Hidden messages, plain, in sight,

Whisper, Here, true magic thrives.

Nature beckons, See Earth with open eyes,

And Wander, unraveling its Mystery

While marveling, with Wonder,

At what Miracles appear in the ordinary.

Thank you for reading! I hope you're having a beautiful day, night, or sometime in the between....

Roari