Night Hawk
I have been one acquainted with the night…
When shadows masquerade in fantasy.
Like vagabond angels, emotions take flight,
Dancing far outside the realm of reality.
When shadows masquerade in fantasy…
Kindred spirits soar across blue bay.
Dancing far outside the realm of reality,
Feel the morning madness drift away.
Kindred spirits soar across blue bay…
Clouds crash, tumultuous rain spills.
Feel the morning madness drift away,
Falling silent, deep into the forest hills.
Clouds crash, tumultuous rain spills…
As hawk keeps watch high in hickory tree.
Falling silent, deep into the forest hills,
Breathe in the essence of true serenity.
As hawk keeps watch high in hickory tree…
Dusk whispers, leaves tumble to and fro.
Breathe in the essence of true serenity,
Savoring stars that bedeck a field of indigo.
Dusk whispers, leaves tumble to and fro…
Like vagabond angels, emotions take flight.
Savoring stars that bedeck a field of indigo,
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
October 10, 2014
Colleen Keller Breuning 
As much as I am a summer sunshine girl, there’s something about the night, and this poem, that really speaks to me. There’s a serene, almost wistful sense here, beautifully wrapped in an exquisite Pantoum. Love this, and you ❤
Dahlia ~
beautiful phantom Colleen lovely imagery
Thank you so much Lori!!! xoxo
Okay… this is a different kind of darkness, for you, Colleen, and it is very becoming… I could imagine the sounds of the night, even as I was reading.
Thank you my friend – but you know I love a good walk on the dark side. Come walk with me! 😀
I have always loved your poetry. I’m glad I get to follow you
Thank you so very much!!!! xoxo
You are welcome!
It is a pleasure to read your poetry.