The Last Moments Of The Night

It is quiet in the forest, feeling like the world is holding its breath for one moment embracing the silence.  It is so quiet that you feel as if you can hear the earth rumbling as it turns heading toward the dawn.

Then you hear the whisper of the morning breeze dancing among the trees.  The wind is sharing its secrets enticing the birds to sing.  You hear a cardinal’s song echoing through the forest beckoning others to join in.  If you stand still you can hear the flutter of wings, the scraping of branches and see the leaves floating to the forest floor.

In this, the last moment of the night, you can feel something powerful coming, and in the blink of an eye you see the first rays of the new day.  Sadly, the night has departed awakening us from our dreams to the astonishing possibilities of a new day.

Point Of View

In that moment, the last moments of the night, the world entices us to stop and for that moment just be, no expectations.  It is like we surrender and pause for nothing we do can stop the new day.  It will come with all its magnificence and beauty.  We can only hold our breath in the last moments of the night then open our arms and embrace a world of possibilities and opportunities.


Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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  1. Enchanting, enthralling, and surreal! The tapestry of nature you weave so deftly, my Dear Friend, Larry, is so powerful I can think of nothing other than getting enwrapped by the floating leafs, and carried away to the new day, to a new beginning, and towards fresh challenges on to yet another transition.

    P.S. I would much love to see your Best Selling book of Artistic Poetry, my friend.

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