The Sentinel Ever Vigilant, Ever Strong

Earth swaddled
in the bliss of moonbeams,
free from clocks
and all but gravity,

swathed in the gauze
of night wind’s song,
drinks the sweet elixir
of a new day’s dew.

Cat paw quiet,
the light of morning inches in,
turning off the dark
with shades of pink to gold.

The melody of a hermit thrush
in harmony with dawn’s symphony,
reassures the world…
The Maestro is not sleeping.


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