{"id":5852,"date":"2011-10-01T01:10:30","date_gmt":"2011-10-01T06:10:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/content\/?p=5990"},"modified":"2011-09-10T14:46:36","modified_gmt":"2011-09-10T19:46:36","slug":"night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2011\/10\/01\/night\/","title":{"rendered":"Night"},"content":{"rendered":"

~Night~<\/strong><\/p>\n

When day is done and night has come in its beauty and splendour<\/p>\n

And mortals lie deep in that sleep to which we must surrender<\/p>\n

The air grows still the earth bows down as she comes out walking<\/p>\n

The stones stand tall the branches fall- the streams and brooks stop talking.<\/p>\n

As she stands a maiden fair we really wouldn\u2019t see her there<\/p>\n

Her ghostly skin and ethereal air- the stardust in her golden hair<\/p>\n

Her hands so gently touch the rocks leaving trails of bright green moss<\/p>\n

She whispers to the snake and Ox- the Badger Owl and the Fox<\/p>\n

She walks the forest paths for hours lighting up the leaves and flowers<\/p>\n

Like the stars that shine so bright all through the dark cold winter nights<\/p>\n

In the summer and the fall she\u2019s there always the same for all<\/p>\n

She runs so fast and stands so tall- the Belle of the dark midnight ball<\/p>\n

As Mother she treads and flowers bloom despite the cold damp and the gloom<\/p>\n

Sits with frightened children in their rooms and lonely spirits in their tombs<\/p>\n

When all the crops and plants are grown it\u2019s almost time for the wise crone<\/p>\n

First though they think they\u2019re all alone -she helps weary night travellers home<\/p>\n

As Crone the wise old woman sits and listens to the Will\u2019O\u2019Wisps<\/p>\n

She looks at the fast sinking moon and knows she must be going soon<\/p>\n

She listens to the birds and flowers both singing in the morning hours<\/p>\n

The trees rising up like dark towers relinquish their great night time powers<\/p>\n

If you can stop amidst your miles and sit upon a wooden stile<\/p>\n

And stay right there for just awhile you\u2019ll hear her voice and feel her smile<\/p>\n

All three beings in just one night it takes her strength and all her might<\/p>\n

There until the dawns first light- the gentle spirit of the night<\/p>\n

(c) Berenice Wakefield 2011<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

~Night~ When day is done and night has come in its beauty and splendour And mortals lie deep in that sleep to which we must surrender The air grows still the earth bows down as she comes out walking The stones stand tall the branches fall- the streams and brooks stop talking. As she stands a maiden fair we really wouldn\u2019t see her there Her ghostly skin and ethereal air- the stardust in her golden hair Her hands so gently touch the rocks leaving trails of bright green moss She whispers to the snake and Ox- the Badger Owl and the Fox She walks the forest paths for hours lighting up the leaves and flowers Like the stars that shine so bright all through the dark cold winter nights In the summer and the fall she\u2019s there always the same for all She runs so fast and stands so tall- the Belle of the dark midnight ball As Mother she treads and flowers bloom despite the cold damp and the gloom Sits with frightened children in their rooms and lonely spirits in their tombs When all the crops and plants are grown it\u2019s almost time for the wise crone First though they think they\u2019re all alone -she helps weary night travellers home As Crone the wise old woman sits and listens to the Will\u2019O\u2019Wisps She looks at the fast sinking moon and knows she must be going soon She listens to the birds and flowers both singing in the morning hours The trees rising up like dark towers relinquish their great night time powers If you can stop amidst your miles and sit upon a wooden stile And stay right there for just awhile you\u2019ll hear her voice and feel her smile All three beings in just one night it takes her strength and all her might There until the dawns first light- the gentle spirit of the night (c) Berenice Wakefield 2011<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":160,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5852","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5852","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/160"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5852"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5852\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5712,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5852\/revisions\/5712"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5852"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5852"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5852"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}