timid bramble
The night wind ceased to blow,
Gusting exhalations brought to a standstill.
The hum of the wild symphonies reverberate across the air, like rippling water.
I lie motionless in contemplation,
Trees stand still like sentinels on guard.
Sardonic in their gaze
The night is frozen,
Framed in its beauty.
deep sun
I've seen your poems recently and I really like what you're doing with them. The way you compose is refreshing, though I can't say I've read plenty of poetry. But they do not rhyme, which is fine too but I'm curious to see you rhyme. Can you on the next one?