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
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