"Everything worth rising for "

Everything worth rising for ...

Midnight darkness whistles through
the fragile Daffodil adorned meadow floor
Lacy yellow shadows bob and sway
to the westerly wind’s whispers

Come - hither . . . . . . . coquettish courting cries
thrum through the dancing daffodils
with the sounds of a passing night train's drone ,
beneath the veil of nimbus beclouded twilight

Haunting memories , familiar daunting sounds

breaking silence ; someone fleeting away on the run , 
escaping as if the winged moon candidly flies

behind swellen storm clouds ,

within the shadowed cloak of midnight's ether glow

The cold and blustery late winter wind gathers up
a jillion frogs' nattering chatter ,                  
rousing the puddled marshland moor

Ribbiting harmony drowning out the wind - song ,
rushing through dormant trees' yielding throes ;
blowing the stirring sounds of impending springtime
in the whoosh of a startling wind whispered song

High upon thitherward ridge top island ,
where midnight loneliness reflects a wanton stare
upon the mirror of moonstruck eyes

Ancient million year old voices
echo across the rolling vista beyond ,
solitude searchingly listening . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

           . . . for everything the heart wants . . .

           . . . the only thing worth rising for . . .

                          © harlon rivers . . . 3/10/2014