Hannah Flaxon: ‘In the Nadir of Night’

In the Nadir of Night

In the nadir of night
no noise is heard
save the soft arpeggiations
of a summer rain

and further on:
that vaster, immortal silence
perching on its fringe.

And all alone
I feel no telepathy of fear
but a stranger sense of joy:
of the rare and soothing fullness of the world
syncopating through my window
in the soft summer evening where I lie.

Hannah Flaxon

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