Nosheen's Night Walk In Spring Poem by Daniel Brick

This poem will not disturb you.
It won't be like the long-drawn-out
wind on a stormy night which deeply
intones your name "Noo-Sheeen" accusingly.
It will caress rather than strike your
flesh, a breeze in spring that knows you
so well it stays silent in your presence
its accents so gentle your mind will be eased.

Or perhaps when you enter the sweet
zones of spring, you wish to walk
incognito with slow steps but sure
in moonlight made luminous
by the surrounding darkness. And owls,
secure on their high branches, will
almost imperceptibly welcome you
with their hootings, which fall back into silence.

You can stand in an open place, it's as if one
had been prepared for you. Moonlight will pool
around you with its pressureless touch.
It will be discreet and not shine too brightly,
no one with ungentle habits will know your
whereabouts. This is your special place:
it breathes the same air as you do,
and exhales the same transformed breath.

Remember you are never alone. There is ever
the sweet air, the scent of ripening fruit,
the silent growth of flowers and plants,
the flight of a solitary wren or a whole flock
beating their wings in tandem, and clouds
that move so slowly they appear to be stationary,
and all these things are messages of good will.
Oh, blessed night, Nosheen, and your place in it.