Alpine
The sense of a perfect evening.
Silent-stacked-up logs waiting snug and neatly split &
Snap-and-crackle matches sparking down into the pit.
Cheerful-yellow flames dancing out a timeless tune &
Hazy-charcoal smoke floating up towards the moon.
Loving-quiet voices telling stories we all know &
Gleeful-tired giggles flying higher than a crow.
Midnight-chilly breezes nipping gently at my nose &
Ember-glowing heat bidding sleepy eyes to close.
Sweet-and-sticky sugar spreading white on little palms &
Mossy-dampened earth lying still and soft and calm.
Inky-blackened shadows swirling closer with a sigh &
Breathless-brilliant stars scattered all across the sky.
Tired-heavy heads drooping sideways in their chairs &
Child-tiny sleepers tucked in blankets unawares.
Feather-quiet owls soaring up in joyful flight &
Secret-smile mum & father whispering good night.
About the Creator
Jessica Dowding
I have an overactive imagination and I really like petting dogs. I love using creative writing to dig into the small moments that make up humanity.
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Beautiful imagery, your words come alive!