The Lively Night by Thom Hart

The lively night or

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Fill your dipper with the milky celestial brew

Touch your lips to the skies, and then lower your gaze

To the fireflies who mirror the stars, while two

Baritone bullfrogs narrate the scene,

A rich chorus of their fellows follow suit

The warmth of the day has not yet left

The ground remembers a kind sun

And the blanket of night is laid upon the land

The bed of the gods is made for rest

An owl calls out for friends in his forest

And the trees are wide-awake dancing

To the vibrations, the beat, the music

The season celebrates itself with much song

But I can only long to taste the first drops

Of a milky celestial brew dipped out of the

Wondrous deep black basin that is the heavens.

 

Congratulations to Thom Hart on having this poem selected by ASAP for their Celebration of Young Writers, to be held 5.12.12 at the Washington Town Hall