Sunday, October 16, 2011

Poem: Night Haven

Rolling hills

Short grass

Open fields

Gently swaying trees

Rustling leaves

The golf course


Time to go out

Dusk

Gate opens

Trickling out

Time for

The golf course


Running

Laughing

Excitement

Coursing energy

Enjoying

The golf course


Time creeps

Group reunites

A circle formed

Whispers ensue

On

The golf course


Crickets chirp

Couples cuddle

Smiles unbidden

Peace radiates

Loving

The golf course


Time up.

Slow return.

Affection.

Joy.

Desire.

Hope.

Secrets in the dark.

The golf course.

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