Midnight Wind

Sometimes waking up in the night is so wonderful. The stars, the lightning bugs, the moon, the sky…wow. This poem comes from a wind whipped wake up. Enjoy the poem and embrace those little wake-ups.

Midnight Wind

Midnight wind
horsetail tree tops
turning the moon on and off
like a light switch.
Tenacious lightning bugs flicker too
as the mottled soup of sky
churns overhead.
A night of pucker and pluck
yet no rain.
We hold on
with the birds in their nests
rocking with gusts and swells.
Land like sea
is sometimes rough
its Sirens the windchime
luring us.
We pitch and roll
and lean into the wind headfirst.
This is the best way to take on the unexpected.