Nightly Poem Under Willow Tree

Night rolls in; sun dips under
Fireflies blink their lights delicately
On and off, on and off
Crickets come in with their chirping
A running brook gurgles water over rocks
Bull frog sounds it horn
Sweet tones comes to my hears
As pen on paper musical words
Fly upon the page in verse
Bringing out a poet’s nightly poem
Under the weeping willow
Leaves bristle a huanting tune
As wind blows through their branches
Forming my poem to right crescendo
Then pen lifts finish with final note
Nightly music sounds pause for brief silence
Before returning to their nightly musical song

April 17 prompt from this site


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