tonight sun gave to forest

one last kiss;

promised she'd see her again in the morning.

but not before her rays reached around arbutus and alders,

wrapped around a cedar grove

in one last embrace before sinking beyond the mountains and past the sea.

in her leaving,

sun let night dawn on the branches;

the cool shade stoking crickets into song

and the frogs began to warm up their throats

to join the spring night's symphony.

ill see you in the morning -

sun says to the pond,

and yawning she asks if

moss might absorb the sweet notes of forest's midnight melody,

so tomorrow morning

when sun lays her palms upon moss's dew-wet body,

she might hear the echo of night's song in the rising mist.

April Bencze