The bluesilver midnight sun

blossomed

amongst the foggy trees.

A shudder

danced

through my senses,

as I

watched the evening

open up

into darkness,

like a cloak upon the sun.

The

dancing wind sent

the dank ferns

billowing

and pine cones

trailing

on the ground.

Silver

haystacks sat

listening

to the dim whirr

of feathers

taking flight.

It’s bonechilling,

the miracles of night.

By Paige Barker

Tripp Middle School