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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