Poetry Train: Widow's Waltz - Author Nara Malone

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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9 Comments

naramalone

August 2, 2011 at 10:44 pm Reply

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.