Friday, April 30, 2010

From the darkness calls

On this last day of April
a call sounded in the night. 
The sky was clear,
the stars were out,
and magic called from the darkness.
We had no expectations, just a
"Wouldn't it be cool if..." attitude.
Yet there he was -
rewarding our climb up the steep hill,
he sang:
Chuck Will's Widow.
Rewarding our climb up the steep hill,
he flew:
Chuck Will's Widow.

Day 30 - last day!

1 comment:

evelyn.n.alfred said...

Aww, is the end of napowrimo calling from the darkness. I hope I can keep this poem a day habit. How about you?