Bees on bull thistle
Night stops them cold
where they cling
to the green thorax
of the mother of bumblebees,
that bed of nails.
They hang
lifeless but not dead,
sleepless but very far from waking
to the vast meadows that blaze
above their heads.
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
Pulse
my heart’s every heave
a sad noise to hear
at night in bed
Altercation
out of work
they break up
all the vehemence and rhetoric
of wind in the night
Back garden
business done you turn
into the garden
green and dark
asking questions of travel
answered in words of night
like a lover or a church
Muggy
swan lodging in my clock
elder brother to the air
the night being hot beyond bearing
deliver us some treacle of sleep
Bourbonic
a hall full of people
ready to live at night
mortality is a great blessing to us
I drink bourbon all summer
my life still as winter light
Moth parts
a moth cannot consider
what life she will lead
like my words let go at last
but not lost to the night
Sartoriology
in my new suit
turn and return
with my old lace hands
to the river sure as night
Night out
my head aching with too much night
I hear nothing but owl
meet with nothing but wild stone and woods
Little love song
go with me
stay with me
keep me from the ice
night and the river
gun for our hearts
Trappist
I mar my day
with discourse
busy as a night ear
Gloaming
with its yellow bird’s eye
the old garden
reading the book of night
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