Of the Night
By Richard L. Provencher
Tue, 24 Jun 2014
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Arias triumph over starry nights
as echoes
in a boomerang of sound, blending
one on one
a cacophony of energy
-- forest circling the lake.
Against its sentinel shore, wind
slashes, water crests --
loons lament in the mist.
Scent of life begins its phase,
a time from ancient
days --- wolves screaming
in howls.
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