The Circle Resumes

Sentries of the night stand guard in perfect formation

Across the stretch of wire, like clothespins on a line

While speckled flocks of grackle stain the landscape

Spots of black against a field of brown.

As if on cue, they choreographic their flight

Up and down, like waves at low tide

Just a ripple before they settle

Bobbing to a minuet as old as time.

Chatter of excitement as they discuss the day’s events

Children too excited to sleep, too restless to stay still

Something moves, and the sentries cry out a warning,

Taking flight, the sea bursts forth into the sky

Absorbing the last strands of light

They take flight across the shallow riverbed.

Reflections of black specks against the setting rays of sun

Up towards the back wash of brilliant pinks and yellows

Shards of cerulean attempting to hold back the sapphire night

A finger-painting of bleeding hues

Streaked across a mat from a single orange focal point.

A stroke of madness in a painting of harmony.

Night’s orchestra tunes up for tomorrows concert

They return at dawn to greet the day

Renewing once again the sonnet of the night

And the circle resumes.

*Photo from Clip art by Microsoft