The night wore heels,
a happy dance of leaves
reveling on warm winds,
we ignored the morse code
of constellations far away,
predicting mourning in the morn,
their silly plots to trap the sun,
never arise,
you’ll see…
the dawn forever breaks free.
written for #vss365 and sharing with dVerse Poets Pub for OLN
Originally tweeted by Tricia (@triciasankey) on December 9, 2021.
Nelsapy 