Night Speaks by Marilyn Pellecchia   Night speaks in frog song and cricket legs and sweet sighs on windowsills. In shiny eyes darting from dark wings dancing. Night speaks in distant howls and answering cries. In sweet hay swaying in the cool moon. Night speaks in silent trees cradling nests asleep. In soft scurries under stilled brambles. Night speaks in sweet desire and secret places. In whispered breath and honeyed ache. I will be your frog song and your dark wings. I will come to you when night speaks.         Bio: At publishing time, a bio was not available for Marilyn Pellecchi. Comments From Karen: This brings great memories of my peaceful days growing up in my country home.  Sweet summer nights!!  Thanks for the break :) From Marjorie: "I will be your frog song/and your dark wings," — Beautiful! the urgency of nature, the nature of desire.

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