Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Nature Sleeps


Good morning, dear reader. Today for #NaPoWriMo, we were asked to write a Pastoral poem. This form, or genre, is a poem about nature. Traditionally, they involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but mine is just a poem that engages with nature. I hope you enjoy this piece.

Rod E. Kok
April 22, 2015


The sun frowned
on the land I worked,
sleep was drawing nigh
for man and beast.
Even the earth
needs it’s rest, I suppose.


During darkened evenings
we take time to
reflect,
look back on a day
well spent, toiling for
our daily bread.


In the blackest of night,
crops enjoy a cool change,
so different from
day’s blistering heat.


With little to none
of the moon’s light,
beasts of the land
also find respite,
sleeping peacefully
under a blanket
of stars.


I dreamed of my land,
a vision filled
with golden wheat,
gently swaying
in a light breeze.


It is at night
that I find peace,
my weary head rests
on my pillow.


All of nature
has gone to sleep,
but only for a time,
for soon the sun
will smile again.




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