Twas upon a yesternight by Essex68 Twas upon a yesternight, where Oak leaves gleamed enamel. Bathing in a light of coldest blue, a stillness in the darkest hue. There a whisper I heard, gently through the trees. Yet so sweetly here, summoning the breeze. The taste of rain upon my tongue. Now Summers gone, Autumns begun. W R Baker Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 03-Aug-2011