Mist the Oak Tree by wabberjocky
I heard a chuck-will call
through the dark of morning,
his song never failing
even as the first light
made ghosts from last night’s rain.
So rare, the chuck-will’s call.
I’d mourned him years ago and given up hope
of hearing his bright flute pierce the predawn,
summoning misty dancers
to a solo waltz through the oaks.
Their luminous gowns swirled in perfect time to his ominous song:
Chuck-Will’s-Widow
Chuck- Will’s- Widow
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Surreal feel to it…
the sky melts away from the earth
By: gautami tripathy on July 13, 2009
at 12:08 pm
even as the first light
made ghosts from last night’s rain.
loved these lines
By: lostmermaid on July 13, 2009
at 2:05 pm
We’ve had quite a bit of fog lately s0 I can relate to this!
By: Linda Jacobs on July 13, 2009
at 8:55 pm
ghostly image and lovely words
By: stan on July 13, 2009
at 10:39 pm
Perfect time indeed….Lovely image and words
By: Jeeves on July 14, 2009
at 12:42 am
These lines are so nice…..(misty dancers)
summoning misty dancers
to a solo waltz through the oaks.
By: Nairobi on July 15, 2009
at 1:48 pm
I loved “even as the first light/made ghosts from last night’s rain.” Its a very lovely poem. (=
By: Amethyst on July 15, 2009
at 4:57 pm
Very vivid. I love this!
By: Susan Helene Gottfried on July 16, 2009
at 7:25 pm
Hey everyone, thanks so much for the feedback on the poem. I heard a Chuck-will sing the other morning for the firt time in years. I’d heard they were disappearing in this area and hadn’t exected to hear another. When this one sang, I wanted to capture the moment.
By: naramalone on July 16, 2009
at 7:36 pm