Young Night

Light can come from anywhere.
The Sun won’t interfere
Though earlier it owned the sky.
The Moon is full. The buildings rise.
The snow-like stars and star-like snow
Reminds one of the cold.
There is a bridge from here to there
And back again from there to here
Off-center and below
That maps attempt to document.
Is there a narrative in this?
Has someone sent a secret kiss
That sets in motion someone bold?
Is there somewhere some consciousness
That daydreams as the night grows old?
This night’s still young, too wise to care.
It’s cloud-hazed, bright and anywhere.

Linked to dVerse OLN hosted by Grace.
Photography: “Red, White and Dark” by the author.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

48 thoughts on “Young Night”

  3. The first sentence is astounding – Light can come from anywhere. it grabbed hold of me and held me. I don’t know which is better – the poem or the photo accompanying the poem. Extraordinary.

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  4. How wonderful is a star and snow filled night, almost magical. Your words are indeed beautiful, wondrous of the night.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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  12. Fantastic! Love the lines that come full circle, like “The snow-like stars and star-like snow”, and “There is a bridge from here to there
    And back again from there to here”

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  13. There is a lightness to your poem that is beautifully conveyed through the rhyme and rhythm, Frank, and, as Björn said, a symmetry -of almost contrasts in ‘The snow-like stars and star-like snow’, the ‘bridge from here to there / And back again from there to here’, and young and old. Lots of questions to ponder, too.

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  16. Beautiful, Frank. the cadence is like music….the rhythm fits in the mouth so well. And I envy your snow. We were robbed here in the south. Feb. and it’s 80 degrees. No winter at all.

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    1. Thanks! That snow occurred around early December. Those early snows are beautiful because the weather is still warm and the snow sticks making it great for snow sculptures which we haven’t done since our children were young. Now it is just as good to walk in it.

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  18. Is there somewhere some consciousness
    That daydreams as the night grows old?

    Good question! One often wonders where the wild imaginations do park themselves in the vast unknown eventually! Wonderful take, Frank!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you! I intentionally made a shift in the middle from a description of that night to a suggestion of a narrative and then back again. I am glad you liked it.

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