Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

A Rhythm of Life

(Playing with terza rima form; added a link for the curious.)

The day is done and time has come to rest,
Darkness falls now hear the evening song,
Carried on the night as the meal is blessed.

The town is quiet now and all along
The way the shops are darkened once again
As the shopkeepers make their long way home,

And where confusion was now peace will reign.
As night’s cool mist settles on the grass
The creatures of the dark sing shy refrain,

Until day breaks and there the night surpass,
To send them rushing back to burrows deep,
There to rest until the day has passed.

And so do day and night a rhythm keep
As each in turn seeks out a blessed sleep.


August 24, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry | , ,

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