Poetry Thursday

Chasing Night Dreams

The hopeful tune of an owl,
The belly-groan of a bullfrog,
The constant chirp of a cricket,
Sing to the fog
that blankets the field
and sleeps on limbs.

All of this follows a storm
that rocked the clouds and swept the earth.
Now lightning bugs chase lightning
into the drying sky.

The flashes and the fog,
The chirps and groans and tunes,
lull me to sleep
in my safe sheets,

But I long to be wading through the grass,
the leftover rain catching my ankles,
the night dreaming of me instead.