The heavy sun is fast asleep
in the forests of the dark,
the legs of the day tired
from their running,
the lamplighter gone home
after his nightly duties
as the midnight calm settles
upon the quiet village,
 
the hands of the clock
in a vertical position
at the highest point
after day drifts into
evening into night,
 
the nervous hours
shedding their tension,
the bustling growing weary
and falling into a deep sleep
as nature pauses
from the daily stress
and the Nightingale
sings her song
in rhythm to the
murmuring brooks.
 
All is quiet as the
midnight calm
settles upon the earth.

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Robert L. Martin
2 months

Thanx Charlotte. I love the peace and quiet of the night, but not as much as the early morning hours

Charlotte B. Williams
2 months

Yes some nights can be very peaceful, This was nice to read. Thanks.

Robert L. Martin
2 months

Thanx Nelson

Nelson D Reyes
2 months

The midnight calm-nature’s lullaby that puts us to sleep with a gift or two of pleasant fantasy dreams.

Love the images. Thanks Robert.

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