The Secrets Of A Summer Night (Gibside - August 2017) Poem by DM W

When at last the diurnal light dies
And the skewed, spectral shadows lengthen,
Slowly a profound stillness arrives
Cloaked in a velvet gown. Birds settle
In their nests of twigs and thistledown.
And flowers close their drowsy petals.
There are only lullabies of sound:
A time of sweet repose so subtle,
Where in wild woodland nooks and crannies,
Only small, surreal creatures gently stir.
In leafy murmurs of summer's breeze,
They dart between bush and conifer.
Under a harvest of stars, the owls
And bats have taken flight on noiseless,
Beating wings; softly nurtured and crowned
By the moon's mysterious caress.

My spellbound pen is inclined to transcribe
The deeper beauty of this potent night;
And the secret realms where dreams are woven;
Which our ordinary senses suspend.