Mystical

Life does not just sleep

In the darkness.

Even when there is too little light

To see

There is movement,

Stretching upward, outward

Down into sweet earth.

Fertility abides without illumination

Resounds in the quiet

The soft hooting of an owl

Outside the window

Under countless stars

Within infinite galaxies.

Darkness invites light,

Night, the burgeoning dawn.

Everything precious, mystical

In an ephemeral moment.

Published by janetlandis

I am a mother, a nurse, a caregiver and a writer.

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