I have faith in nights
when August heat disrupts sleep-fall
and raccoons instruct skunks
about grubs hiding in the lawn
when at-last dreams chauffeur me
to strange airports where shop lights dim
and gates appear and disappear
and I can’t recall where I planned to go
when the Blue Moon rises through
Douglas firs struggling to find
unruly stars born a billion years ago
when thirsty words scribbled
at 5 a.m. wake me to praise the last
embrace of dark before the first
trace of dawn stretches and yawns
I have faith in nights by Carolyn Martin | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
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Carolyn Martin is blissfully retired in Oregon where she gardens, writes, and plays with creative friends. Her poems have appeared in more than 200 publications around the world.
