The Silent Song of Life

Wafting shadows
rise and spread.
Forming our nightly cover.
This velvety cloak,
swaddles the land.
Festooned with stars asunder.
Stitched with Heaven’s silver.
The twinkling lights lull. Giving comfort to all at rest.
As Luna’s silent song,
settles like freshly fallen snow. Caressing both soil and soul.
The anticipation of life, awakens.
As Day reaches for Night.
Throwing back her covers;
to continue
the silent song of life.

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Luna is an award winning artist. I think she won best silent performance as well as brightest orb in the night sky. I really like that idea of caressing both soil and soul. So nicely alliterative and true.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Bill. It's great to see you. I know you've been working alot of hours.

[William Michael Reeves]

Life turns on a dime. Now I have lots of time. Glad to be back. Trying to catch up then little later this week I'm going to purge this pile of poetry I've written. Good to read you Cherrie.

[carl]

Beautiful words and images hallow what we all too often take for the unfolding of just another day. Thanks for the post, lovely read. -carl

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Carl
I am so sorry for the slow delay. I thought I responded to you last week.

[Pete]

the sweet music of life like a stake in the ground challenging to think or feel otherwise. terrific felt imagery. wonderful and enlightening ... :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) Thank you Pete

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie... I slept by my Mother's Bed in the Hospital for several days before she took her last breath... as I felt Life leave her body by holding her soft and nurturing hand. Her Spirit and Life that had been so generously shared with me... was on a Journey that we all will take at a future time. My Mother was only fifty-eight when she passed. Someday... I too will take that Journey being wrapped in swaddling clothes. Your Poem describes Birth with the Gift of swaddling clothes.... kissed by the phases of the New Moon. God gave us the Passion of Life to enjoy and share. tenderly, Pat

[Davidgeo]

I love how you found a functional way to use the word swaddle.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Hello 👋 David
And thank you.

[Davidgeo]

It;s never not a good time

[Davidgeo]

(you're a good writer)

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you David 😊

[Lisasview]

Oh dear Cherrie, another lovely poem to read and reread from you.
Such a moving piece...Loved it.
Thank you for sharing,
Lisa

[Light and Ashes]

I think you have captured the magick of Winter perfectly with this, after all...all of the seasons carry with them some magick and Winter is no different.
It is the sleeping of the Earth. You did a fine job of combining the magick of Winter with the magick of the Night, with it's blanket of stars to light our way in the darkness,
well done.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you, L.A. originally I wanted to write about how deeper and transparent the night sky is in Winter but take this little rabbit trail I instead.

[Light and Ashes]

I think it paid off. Sometimes these things seem to have a mind of their own.

[lightsong]

I feel as if I was swimming in peacefulness... soothing, has the touch of healing all over the page, brilliantly and enchantingly written dear Cherrie.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you, Light :)

[John the Baptist]

This is a very soothing, peace inducing offering, something that should be read at the close of a stressful day. The image of day reaching for night gives a note of continuity, of all being part of a single process.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you John:) and yes I like connecting the process.

[Betty Hermelee]

You describe the on- fall of night and daybreak so eloquently...."the velvety cloak swathes the land" what a beautiful line.... you seem to romanticize nature and really bring it to life with vivid images and excellent metaphors...."as Luna's silent song settles from on high" ...I know you love writing about nature and this piece is perfect!
Best, B

[Cherrie Palmer]

I do like melting emotions over nature when I write. Because deep down our emotions effect what we see and how we remember it.