Glint of a Hint

 

 

The night’s gripping

seconds relent quietly –

 

As glints of primeval presence

smooth away the mares

 

Into caressing tints

of blues and subtler prints

 

Against the curtain’s folds

where hints of shadows,

found outside in the woods, 

 

 Are specters running upon

a minted carousel

of flinted moods

 

As dawn’s light sparkles

in a glint of a hint...