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



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