Turning

 
Twilight passages when possible expands.
Pre-dawn messages, first-draft images.
Montage doodles that thought can capture plan.
Empty enormity celestial map demands.
Continuum of spectral pulse draws sight
against backdrop of shadow’s span.
 
 
 
Turning
 
 
Golden night rises.
High fields enriched in seed,
aglow.  Spirit of Pan serenades
romantic lust, lingering hope of thrill and thrust.
Amorous nymphs a’hum in ripe foliage
answer in bleats of rapture.
Chirrups, nightwings,
mingled weeping and carefree cries
slowly reveal.
Stragglers bathe elation on night shores.
Legends cavort, their joyful voices echo,
kiss and tell, lithely merry on.
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