Silly O'clock

By forest_for_ever

Sun, 26 Nov 2017
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Silly O’Clock

Life shuts down in the wee small hours

It’s silly o’clock

Mourning the sun

Petals clench unborn seeds,

Wrapped tight ‘till dawn

It’s silly o’clock

Nocturnal moles scratch and scrape

Seeking a meal.

It’s silly o’clock

Wide-eyed hunters hover

Scanning for food

Fresh from the nest

It’s silly o’clock

A bright feathered rooster

Crows at the dawn

Heralding light and

Cursed by the sleepy farmer

It’s silly o’clock

From a darkened stasis

Creaking and crawling,

Stumbling light

Fingers it’s way into day

It’s silly o’clock

 

Inspired by my dear friend Susan

 

Graham Fewell

Certificate U
Poem
In the Late Summer of Life
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Insomniacs everywhere will relate to this. A lovely description of waiting for the night hours to pass.

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

Thank you.  That is most kind.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Enjoyed that, Graham! The mixture of the other creatures going about their routine business, but to the one trying to sleep wakefulness is nonsense, such a strange place.Liked the description of the closed flowers! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

Thank you Rhiannon

 

A peaceful Christmas to you and your family

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

and to you, Graham, too. Most of our plans have had to change due to family health and car problems, but we still know peace and quietness, and trust and rest! Rhiannon