The meadow at night is
Transformed by dew and darkness.
Cool air, freshens the heat
Evening creatures awaken.
Their scurrying making busy the darkness.
Shyness slips from the forest
To the freedom of the clearing.
Always watchful, fearful
Poised to run.
A canopy of stars and sky rolls
From horizon to horizon, sealing in the breath of night.
The dust of day, washed away by night’s dew,
Settles between the blades, taking its place in the soil of life,
And the landscape sparkles with diamonds in the rising morning mist.
Refreshed by the blessings of the night,
Ready to begin again.
(re-post from 2/15)