Post by Robert Stephen Herrick on Jul 27, 2012 11:09:14 GMT -5
The Nighttime Grasses
By Robert Stephen Herrick
Deep blues of twilight's darker hues
coat the dome of the sky
as nighttime spreads over the dew
coating the grasses growing by.
The stars speckle the heavens
and the cresent moon beams
upon the wet fresh blades of grass
firmly rooted into the earthy soils.
It is summertime and the night air
is calm and warm with scents
drifting in the light breeze and lingering
seeming to have the scene for the senses.
A brisk sight is a shooting star at night
coarsing upon a wild path and brilliance
streaks across the darkered sky
speckled with stars and moonlight.
Rich and abundant are these scenes in life;
take not the simple things for granted
for their value may not be replaced
nor is it wise to replace them with strife.
By Robert Stephen Herrick
Deep blues of twilight's darker hues
coat the dome of the sky
as nighttime spreads over the dew
coating the grasses growing by.
The stars speckle the heavens
and the cresent moon beams
upon the wet fresh blades of grass
firmly rooted into the earthy soils.
It is summertime and the night air
is calm and warm with scents
drifting in the light breeze and lingering
seeming to have the scene for the senses.
A brisk sight is a shooting star at night
coarsing upon a wild path and brilliance
streaks across the darkered sky
speckled with stars and moonlight.
Rich and abundant are these scenes in life;
take not the simple things for granted
for their value may not be replaced
nor is it wise to replace them with strife.