Picture: Orchard of Stars by Hannah Patterson http://www.silverwebforge.com/image.php?artid=73
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It’s rare when skies are purple
and shining and bestarred.
While daylight lingers slightly on—
the moon shines full unbarred.
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It’s rare that daylight mingles
with early shades of grey,
and mixes up the dark and light.
It’s called a Midnight’s Day.
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It’s rare that one would wander
in fields long after dark.
But if you could—and if you would–
the contrasts would be stark.
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Then is only when you see
the strangest strongest things.
The stuff you’d dream of in your dreams
the stuff enchantment brings.
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There’s one place you should visit
just on a Midnight’s Day.
It sits beside the yellow house–
not very far away.
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The trees are strange in daylight,
misshapen in their looks,
but just this time, they look refined
like graceful curving hooks.
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And on their branches hanging,
from strands of astral thread,
are little shining golden stars—
there! Just above your head.
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These tiny half-moon crescents,
and ast’rixes and spheres,
that glow and gleam and grace the night
A dozen twinkling mirrors.
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The sky behind is purple,
deep blue and royal pink
a scrim of azure twilight hung
behind each golden link.
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The dark’ning night is Satin
a jewelry cushion box
that closes round the twinkling gems
to guard the Elven locks.
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The sky-stars hang like snowflakes
above the ember hill.
Just four trees left—not yet chopped down
the magic lingers still.
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