• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.46

Updated: Oct 15

The sun goes,

leaving me to face

what frights career

through lightless trees.

A snap

a voice, hushed,

sharp with threat –

offset, I stumble to my knees.

Nothing manifests to show

serrated teeth or glowing eyes.

But night’s lights bloom

above the woods,

contorting known shapes

into lies.

Dewed, the leaves glint

moony white,

and I, among, stand


with no defense against the dark

save music's keen


For if, into the night,

I fly

the strains of song I keep with me,

so raised am I, above the gloom,

by trumpet clear!

by tympani!

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