Hare’s Night Song

See her moonlight

bloom from thick forest

 

leaving the ground

plucking words from the stars

 

half heather mosses

deep purple wherries

 

strains of midnight shadow

rise from the earth

 

she reads diamond notes

on silver grasses

 

from black glassy brooks

damp reedy lairs

 

leaving her thin voice

where darkness passes

 

in the ghost of her

limpid, lamplight

stare

 

© Sue Hardy-Dawson from Where Zebras Go (Otter-Barry Books)