Darkness filled with silence
Night’s steady, hidden pulse
Forest waits with intrigue
Aching to act on impulse
Clouds mask glimpse of moonlight
Night’s mystery lurking
Trees holding back each breath
Listening, nature’s working
Twilight deepens with sleep
Night’s time for quiet rest
Something moves in secret
Finding ground, its final quest
Morning’s sunrise reveals
Night’s savored, precious prize
Tiny acorn ready now
Transforming, oak shall arise
Distant clap of thunder
Pausing as if on cue
Cloudy skies breaking free
Nightly reflections coo
At first, hearing silence
Nature turns on her spell
Nightly reflections stir
Stories ready to tell
Moon serenades landscape
Harmony’s silent creek
Timeless melodies swirl
Nightly reflections peek
Lake’s high tide rolling in
Whispers tease sandy beach
Nightly reflections wink
Drowsy thoughts within reach
Dreams never want to fade
Overcome now with sleep
Horizon’s sunrise waits
Nightly reflections keep
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I woke up in the middle of the night last week. A muffled series of sounds were coming from the kitchen, and no doubt my beautiful wife was up to something.
She had been fasting all day after we both enjoyed a pleasant mid-morning brunch., and now her hunger harshly interrupted her need for sleep.
I rose out of bed and began to creep silently toward the kitchen.
In the meantime, my wife was in the process of raiding the fridge for a midnight smorgasbord. She had laid out a scrumptious feast on the kitchen counter with all kinds of tasty treasures.
She selected only three items, and was more than ready to sample a scrumptious, fried chicken leg and a cold piece of her favorite pepperoni pizza.
As I approached the kitchen, the only light was coming from the still-open refrigerator. As I slipped unannounced into the kitchen, my wife’s midnight buffet was serving up its final course . . . dessert of course!
She was enjoying her final choice . . . a slice of decadent triple chocolate cake.
She turned and was shocked to see me up at this midnight hour (since I am usually a very sound sleeper). She confidently told me, “I’m not night eating. It’s time for ‘nunch.’”
With her mouth full, she asked, “Do you want the final slice of this yummy cake?”
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Originally published November, 2019.
Night after night
Scanning heavens above
Each constellation
Sharing Creator’s love
Crossing each bridge
Destination ahead
Chasing every star
Father tucks into bed
Hours fill with dreams
Flowing always downstream
Nighttime sky lights up
Flying on stardust beams
Sleeping soundly
Night returning from flight
Waking to sunrise
Goodbye for now moonlight
Life no longer singing wintertime blues
Summer’s sweetness rocks around timeless clock
Easy life, driving nature’s express lane
Planning fun times on each neighborhood block
Fresh-cut wood pile, next to backyard fire pit
Little granddaughter’s eyes, poised to light up
Marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate
Making sweet S’mores, summer’s perfect line-up
Nighttime fun never really wants to end
New memories flicker around fire’s glow
Please, please . . . let us stay for another hour
Darkening fire gracefully ends night’s show
On my, another blessed summer night
Dreaming later, tomorrow taking flight
Nightly dream
Taking midnight walk
Quiet time
Whispering thoughts talk
Nightly peace
Wakening clouds part
Moon shining
Warming lonely heart
Nightly quest
Peeling away soul
Light traces
Filling spirit whole
Nightly view
Crossing distant bridge
Darkness looms
Scaling lofty ridge
Nightly dream
Finishing each ride
Silence tames
Rising sunrise hides
Living in a small mountain village, Earl remained a mystery to most of the local folks. The crotchety and ill-tempered man stayed away from all but a couple of acquaintances.
Earl’s rundown shack sat at the very edge of town. Seeing that others viewed him as an outsider, the home’s remote location suited him just fine.
Earl’s mean streak blazed away every night. On his front porch, the self-proclaimed hermit played a never-ending recording of a haunting sound. A wolf’s howling kept others away . . . critters, trespassers, and just about anything else.
Staying up well past midnight, Earl enjoyed his isolation. No one dared to drop in because of the eerie, crying sound.
At bedtime, Earl turned off the repetitive recording. After all, he looked forward to his own peaceful night of sleep.
On this cold and snowy winter night, nature would even up the score at the expense of this mean-spirited man.
In the middle of a full-moon nightscape at exactly three o’clock, a cagey wolf slipped into the quiet town. His hunger brought him right up to Earl’s front porch. Perhaps he smelled a remnant of supper’s beef stew.
With the moon glowing overhead, surrounded by the blackened sky, the forlorn wolf let out a riveting, howling cry.
Earl stirred awake upon hearing the piercing, deafening sound from right below his upstairs bedroom window. Realizing the sound was from a hungry wolf, sent shudders throughout Earl’s now-frozen body.
His teeth would have chattered, except his false teeth were sitting by the bathroom sink. Unable to scream, Earl buried himself under the bed’s heavy blankets. Even then, his body was shivering from the coldness of the wolf’s constant howling.
Awake for a few more hours, Earl never could return to sleep. Shaking with fear, the old fella had finally met his match. Just before sunrise, the wolf scampered away, unseen by anyone.
Wide awake, exhausted, and overcome with terror, Earl wondered what the next night could bring.
A magnificent oak tree stands center in a park
Waiting with quiet majesty in the solitary dark
The blackness of night only adds to the scene
Bringing tranquility and peace, free and clean
Trees with fruit blossoms, in full view even at night
Sending forth a fragrance, invigorating and right
Tiny green leaves are growing out on the tall trees
Waving from a gentle breath of the wind with ease
In the distance, glowing lights enhance a background
Providing a reverent atmosphere without any sound
A bit of shining moonlight fashions extra to see
Moving and playful shadows amongst the trees
Even at night, God’s creation sparkles all new
Painting for each evening, a breathtaking view
The eastern light rises to create the dawn
Crooning birds welcome a newborn fawn
The stillness begins to wake-up from its rest
Leaving its nocturnal beauty, always the best!
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Lying wide awake during a lonely, rainy night
Hearing the moisture-rich drops taking flight
Trying to return to a dreamy sleep, without much pause
Failing because of music, those steady drops will cause
Remembering Eddie Rabbitt’s song of a beautiful sight
Declaring once again, he truly loves another rainy night
Imagining each rainy drop bouncing about
Wetting the ground with its showery clout
Rolling eyes over walls of a darkened room
Realizing morning light will arrive very soon
Recalling rainy mirages, memories hidden in the past
Hoping this precious rain shower will continue to last
Thinking of growing puddles, continuing to flow about
Watching rapid flash flooding, with creeks spilling out
Driving down a wet, shiny road with lights burning bright
Blinding radiance bounces back to impair one’s eyesight
Wondering where seldom-used umbrella went
Requiring it now, despite being twisted and bent
Smelling the soft fragrance of a summer rain
Realizing its sweet fullness will slowly wane
Allowing the steady patter of rain to sing
Falling asleep before the new day brings
Dreaming of future adventures in a drizzle so wet
Knowing it will offer more than anything seen yet
Here is a link to the unforgettable Eddie Rabbit singing “I Love a Rainy Night.”
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I woke up in the middle of the night last week. A muffled series of sounds were coming from the kitchen, and no doubt my beautiful wife was up to something.
She had been fasting all day after we both enjoyed a pleasant mid-morning brunch., and now her hunger harshly interrupted her need for sleep.
I rose out of bed and began to creep silently toward the kitchen.
In the meantime, my wife was in the process of raiding the fridge for a midnight smorgasbord. She had laid out a scrumptious feast on the kitchen counter with all kinds of tasty treasures.
She selected only three items, and was more than ready to sample a scrumptious, fried chicken leg and a cold piece of her favorite pepperoni pizza.
As I approached the kitchen, the only light was coming from the still-open refrigerator. As I slipped unannounced into the kitchen, my wife’s midnight buffet was consuming into its final course . . . dessert of course!
She was enjoying her final choice . . . a slice of decadent triple chocolate cake.
She turned and was shocked to see me up at this midnight hour (since I am usually a very sound sleeper). She confidently told me, “I’m not night eating. It’s time for ‘nunch.’”
With her mouth full, she asked, “Please pass me another slice of this yummy cake?”
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