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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3589 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention the moon obscured Zephyr The fluidity of night drowns all that lies in it’s path; my ineffectual eye is simply an ornament. Tall poplars empty their secret songs into the night, absorb me in blackground music. Each top note is quite distinct - the bark of fox, and chirp of crickets, an echo of owls, the grunt of hedgehogs – all are intent on finding their mate. The night rides on a zephyr’s quiddity; it's perfume drifts, swirls, and eddies. Dampness raises scent of leaf mould, mixed with almond from the Hawthorne and new mown hay. I hear the flutter of many wings but beauty of form is now the absent norm, just another wing-rush of wind. I paddle the deep waters of silence, float gently in space, dissolve in the enigma of life’s mysteries. |
