Six Nocturnal Explorations

Cold sparkling night

called me from snug bed

with a witching wind

to quicken my pulse

with a single streaking

comet.

Weatherd grey barn

set in ghostly desolation

of empty fields shines pearl-like

under rising moon.

Twinkling fireflies

mock solemn forest

as twilight settles into long summer dusk.

A pool of glittering

black sky

lies endlessly faceted

by a single startled frog's

foolish leap.

Waxing moon etching light

through ancient pine tree
catches suddenly the face

of a ragged figure dancing.

The silvery staccato

of frost on window

greeted my sleepy eyes

as dawn crept in.

-Diane Leigh Vogt