Mist the Oak Tree by wabberjocky
I heard a chuck-will call
through the dark of morning,
his song never failing
even as the first light
made ghosts from last night’s rain.
So rare, the chuck-will’s call.
I’d mourned him years ago and given up hope
of hearing his bright flute pierce the predawn,
summoning misty dancers
to a solo waltz through the oaks.
Their luminous gowns swirled in perfect time to his ominous song:
Chuck-Will’s-Widow
Chuck- Will’s- Widow
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Nara Malone 
Surreal feel to it…
the sky melts away from the earth
even as the first light
made ghosts from last night’s rain.
loved these lines 🙂
We’ve had quite a bit of fog lately s0 I can relate to this!
ghostly image and lovely words
Perfect time indeed….Lovely image and words
These lines are so nice…..(misty dancers)
summoning misty dancers
to a solo waltz through the oaks.
I loved “even as the first light/made ghosts from last night’s rain.” Its a very lovely poem. (=
Very vivid. I love this!
Hey everyone, thanks so much for the feedback on the poem. I heard a Chuck-will sing the other morning for the firt time in years. I’d heard they were disappearing in this area and hadn’t exected to hear another. When this one sang, I wanted to capture the moment.