Nightscape |poetry

Fog horns sound though
air soaked in blackness.
All evening long listening
to hiss of trucks, cars.

Shadows brush across walls
as trees trace their branches.
Gathering and waving
together then swaying apart.

While I sleep, stars glide
through heaven making
their appointed rounds in
ancient sacred procession.

Dreams as smooth as rose
petals spill into my mind
growing wild patches in
this dark garden of night.

Author: Joan McNerney
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About Joan McNerney 1 Article
As a native from Brooklyn, New York who has made the transition to upstate New York; I now live in a one block small town. It is both quiet and beautiful here and not as expensive as the Big Apple. I’ve been involved in various volunteer situations since my retirement from the advertising business. In that field I advanced from clerk/receptionist to sharing in management of the graphics department. My writing career began when I was fourteen and became published in Young America Sings. Poetry has been a boon to my life and also a way to meet many terrific friends. Thanks for this chance to show you some of my work. Please see bio below. Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations.

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