They’d been whispering all night.
I looked out of the bedroom window,
hoping to catch them at it;
I breathed in their beauty
but all I heard was the hoot of an owl
and the distant bark of a dog.
This morning, when the moon
had disappeared, I just knew
they’d been awake all night
from their hung-over branches,
the peeling bark and a trickle of sap
like tears from overtired eyes.
Were we awake, the trees and I, gleaming
after midnight – or was I dreaming?
Kim M. Russell, 17th February 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Strange News, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
Magaly is our host; she wishes us a poetry writing/reading experience that brings pure yumminess to our day and invites us to be inspired by the following questions, out of the Strange News section of Live Science:
- What if the moon disappeared tomorrow?
- Can humans smell beauty?
- Do trees sleep at night?
She asks us to write new poems using one, two, or all three of the questions as a springboard.