Do you hear their song
Baying to the lonesome moon
Coyotes crying
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do you hear their song
Baying to the lonesome moon
Coyotes crying
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Seldom do dreams my sleeptime invade
Lost in darkness through deepest night
Ever praying that this nothingness fades
Endearing my soul to the brightness of day
Perhaps true reality is when blackness pervades
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Last traces of day
Sink below the horizon
Relief from days heat
Still and warm, the crickets sound
Singing the song of the night
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
As the moon rises and the sun bids a fond adieu,
As the final shafts of amber day fade to black,
There is a gentle stillness that overcomes earth and man,
One that’s existed since time began.
Our winged friends song falls on silent deaf ears,
Replaced by the somber tune of cricket and cicada.
The rustling of leaves ring vivid to the senses,
Once undetectable amongst the chaos of the day.
Even the lowly housefly finds solace in dusk
Vanishing from sight with nights approach.
Simple is this time where rest encroaches
Though absent of life it is not.
Those of nocturnal bend do rise,
As they live the fullest of lives amongst the shadows.
The lonesome and distant howl echoes in the night,
The song of the owl a signal to impending prey.
These embraced as a welcome tune
Sing me to sleep under starry sky.
Nature–peaceful in all its glory is my lover,
Holding me in her tender arms until we rise with the dawn,
To kiss the newest day.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Warm–moist is the breeze
Accompanying the buzz
~~ Mosquitos draw blood
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A blood moon eclipse
Is this the sign of end times
~~ An infrequent visit
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Shadows in the night
Tend to breed anxiety
~~ There’s nothing to fear
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Poetry Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku With Ha: To Feel The Night
The sun bids goodnight
Never sorry for leaving
To call its lover
Dancing this eternal dance
Until its life fire dies
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Chill of night unfolds
Like that of a thread-bare sheet
Holding little warmth
Providing meager comfort
Allowing the mind to roam
Wherever it wills in dead of night
No barriers does it hold
Despite desire
Left to shiver in the cold
Until numbness takes control
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The crystal black night
Virgin canvas for the stars
Masterpiece awaits
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Summer nights in sweltering heat.
Crickets chirp ne’er miss a beat.
Cheerful song, devil-may-care.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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Ribbit goes the frog in pond.
Male to female they both respond.
Spawning tadpole the two a pair.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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Heat of night does not deter.
Frog and cricket both concur.
Beautiful songs they both do share.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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By Dominic R. DiFrancesco