Good Night

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Good Night

The evening shadows grow and play
as the sun extinguishes its rays
another day has ticked away
and marvelous dreams are underway.

The man in the moon is on display
as twinkling stars show me the way
my bedroom now so far away
until I wake to greet the day.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Written with Saturdays Image Write.

Too Soon

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Too Soon

Deep in the earth it was time to wake
wake and bloom my place to take
sleeping all winter under the ground
waiting for spring so I could astound
sending out shoots for over a week
ready I was to have my first peek
slowly opening ready to show
only to find myself covered in snow!

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

I got this idea from Groundhog Day, Crocus (which sometimes blooms in the snow) and this image.

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

Night Trains

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Night Trains

No matter where I fall asleep
it’s always the same
I lie there listening to the night trains.

The whistles echoing through the night
enjoying the sounds instead of the sight
clickety clack
goes the track
in dreamland forgone
I ride till the dawn.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

This is so true! I have a great fondness for sounds like this at night to help me sleep and listen to 3 hours of sounds that sooth me when I go to bed at night. It seems one can hear trains at night just about anywhere.

This is a 44 word Quadrille written with dVerse~Poets Pub and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Sleep Tight

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Sleep Tight

In deepest slumber
when tired we seem
we go to sleep
perchance to dream.

The man in the moon
playfully winking
suddenly frowns
his mood is sinking.

The starlight fading
blacker than black
from this trance
you won’t come back.

Sleep like the dead
or so they say
tonight’s the night
asleep you’ll stay.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads and shared with Poets United.

Spring Dreaming

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Spring Dreaming

On a warm cloudless evening she meandered
through a field of lush spring grass littered with bluebells
her bare feet welcomed the soft dew drenched carpeting.
She came upon a deep clear pool reflecting an indigo sky.
Mesmerized, she watched points of light shimmering on the surface.
On closer inspection she she spied a crescent moon and
riding on that lunula there was a smiling man in a top hat.
She was positive the tiny man was winking and waving at her,
“I am the man in the moon!” He proudly proclaimed in a very big voice.
Startled, she awoke and found herself in bed in the thick of winter.
Nonplussed she smiled to herself in the darkness
drifting back to sleep perchance to dream of spring again.

© Rebekka Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Cats And Time

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Cats And Time

Time seems to move slowly
for cats
they sleep at the drop
of a hat
doing so on your favorite fedora
without a care.
They live in suspended animation
bending time
and household rules
winding our affections
around their furry paws.
They make Yoga look clumsy
acrobats can’t compete
they are beyond relaxed-
until it’s time to eat.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016