The Starry Night –– Vincent Van Gogh
“I often think that the night is more alive and more
richly colored than the day.” –Vincent Van Gogh
May the flowers that dance in the sun
feel the praise of starlight on their petals.
If not for moon pools and glitter sky,
bud and blossom would not hear
the nightingale’s heart song.
It’s in the sapphire ancient voices
whisper their stories on the wind,
the owl keeps watch, feathered hands
on the time clock of shadows.
In the dream state of roses velvet
petals forget about their thorns
as their scent cradles star candles
until night is filled with love sonnets.
The brush tip of midnight paints
vivid strokes across heaven
until orange splashes of morning
parade across the horizon.
©Susie Clevenger 2023
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