The flying squirrel
Leaps down the leaves
When the moon the peeps
Through the woods
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From my world to yours warm greetings. You are in wonderful, poetic form in this one, my friend. Your last stanza is simply superb. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
What a magical scene! And captured too with such skill and originality. I can see the images you portray with such inventiveness - the wild jasmine in full smile, the moony dish, the black scarf - a plethora of pictures that hook the reader into the narrative and won't let him go. A poem worth reading and re-reading too. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The wild jasmine, the moon’s daughter ................................................................. The listless rabbit is patient now Scratching his back and sniffing the dusk ............................................................ Hello Raveendran, You have described surprising a wood landscape, on a moonlight.... Shining poems...10. Best wishes, Tsira
your moony images are so picture perfect that the squirrel is still skittering across the vision board of my mind