Night’s Symphony

When the sun is exhausted by the pull of the moon
It loses the power to balance the two.
The wing of a shadow spreads over our eyes
Consuming the earth with secrets untied.
And all of the plotting by darkness contrived
Brings forth the sounds from nature derived.
The noise of the wind through hollowed out trees
Plays ancient notes of the Night’s Symphony.
Ebbing and flowing through leaves of green,
The air fluxes and murmurs in somber routine.
Things in dark places make curious sounds
With skittering feet, around and around.
Until rays of sun through heavens extend;
As quick as it started the Symphony ends.

by Garret Woo

1/18/2019

Prompted Poem, Green Leaves

Blue shaded hills with green leaves of clovers,
Occurrences scarce with natural form.
The heavens play the role of the sower;
Blue shaded hills with green leaves of clovers.
Nature orders they grow a bit lower
With flexible stems to outlast the storms.
Blue shaded hills with green leaves of clovers,
Occurrences scarce with natural form.

by Garret Woo

1/21/2019

A triolet in response to a prompt by Cubby

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