Nocturne

[from early poems,1970's, youthful attempts at voice]

Fogs of summer
Through the green
Stalks Will shake
Take sweetness
From the corn and
With their tassels
Make an infant's
Rattle soft like milk.

Fields under moonlight
Will silent be like silk
And my comfort brown.

Sounds sleepers make
Shall not be heard by me

Or anyone.

poem by Warren Falcon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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