A Country Night
A stream, as though painted by Van Gogh, flows in front of a meadow
We sit and we prattle, in each other’s thoughts we dabble,
I’d rather stay than travel, by the brook while it babbles
I end up in smite, at the sight of the night,
bright filled with light, as fireflies take flight
4 thoughts on "A Country Night"
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It’s as if the flow of the lines, especially line 2, conjures Van Gogh’s brushwork
That’s very high praise, thank you!
You have painted the country night well! Love fireflies.
Thank you Sylvia!