way up high
where the north winds blow
there’s a song that calls
and soothes my ragged soul
way up high
where the north winds blow
there’s a tune that winks
a rustle that sighs
there’s a hum that waves and smiles
and calms my ragged soul
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Last night I looked up in the sky, and saw a tiny light flicker, like a firefly, way too late for the party.
I waited….
….for another flicker.
Nothing.
So I moved my head this way and that, and stretched my neck to see more of the sky. Suddenly there were many tiny lights.
Ahh, stars of course, playing hide n’ seek with what’s left on the tall trees outside my window.
In July, August…you wouldn’t see stars in that part of the sky. You’d see the dark shadow of leaves. But we’re moving fast towards winter.
Cold nights. Leafless trees.
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Night time softness.
Almost soundless.
A click. A tick.
Sporadic hiss.
Stealthy paws. Rustling leaves.
Nature’s pause. Squeaky cheeps.
A sigh. A shush.
Voiceless whispers.
Hushed muffles, nearly nothingness.
Midnight’s swathe of timeless
silence.
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