“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


The illumination of darkness

The screech owls were calling to each other in the darkness last night. Tree to tree to tree I could follow the sound. Clouds covered the moon and a soft, soft light fell through the magnolia leaves, onto tall grasses praying for rain.

Night falls and the colors of the day find a place to rest in the shadows cast by empty birds' nests or perhaps under the wings of a sleeping sparrow. The darkness is a place to go & I do. I go. It is a place full of dreams before sleep, a place to whisper out loud to the sky and the hidden stars. Time is unimportant - it is night. Have I mentioned that incident - oh, surely I have - of last summer? Perhaps the summer before? It was a full moon, and I'd gotten out of bed and into the night. Am I speaking in whispers? Yes, because it's night. Shhhh . . . here's what happened. An old Cadillac turned the corner by my house and stopped in the middle of the street in front of me. A woman got out - she was alone - and walked to the edge of Mary's yard. She stood still and leaned back, arms flung wide, embracing the sky. Embracing the sky. Her back to the moon. A few breaths in, a few breaths out, then she was gone. It's the night. The darkness has its own illumination. It's up to us to see.


  1. Thank you so very much for your beautiful comment on my blog. Your words help. :)

    And now that you've made me aware of your artistic, soulful, cat-loving presence in blogland...I will surely be back.


  2. I LOVED this. Thanks. Night is... well, NIGHT. Many of the rules are suspended.

  3. Oh how I love these poetic posts of yours. Sigh...it feels like a dream. I too love the night and all its beautiful magic and mystery.
    Thank you for such a lovely bed time story. As I turn out the lights tonight I will let these beautiful words wash over me.
    Much love

  4. oh this is simply beautiful. i had to read slowly in order to let the images of day-to-night color in the shadows go all the way through me, head to toe. it is like a whisper yes. i love this, i love the way you can create a visceral experience for me by your words and images.
    good night to you.

  5. Graciel - I thought about you long after I left the computer. I'm glad I halped a little. Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for the kind words.

    Steve - YES! Many of the rules are suspended. Or changed. Exactly how I feel. Night is a different planet.

    Jaime - I myself was feeling the need for some poetry & dreams. Magic. Other worlds. :) Thank you so much.

    Robin - Thank you to you also. There's a feeling I get when I step alone from Mary's door into the night. Heading across the street to my house, suddenly aware of how everything is different. Different birds, different critters - the squirrels are gone, but the raccoons are out. The sound changes. In the background I can hear the town noises but the street seems to be full of whispers. Sometimes I just stop and take it all in & regret I have no porch from which to enjoy it all.

    Love to all of you.

  6. what a great post. it's wonderful, the magic of the night...


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