She sits very still
in a grassy plot that will
soon be night, crossed with shadows,
pierced by shafts of piercing moonight.
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Fantastic poem my friend. For sometime I felt as if I am standing there and witnessing the beauty of the nature and spring. Great imagery and flawless flow. Beyond rating.....1000
with this you summon for me, daniel, the ache, the pangs we can feel, at beauty glimpsed, part of what i reference in my newest poem " to swallow beauty." i've enjoyed this time with your latest poems. continue to walk in beauty, brother. -glen
Feeling and mentally seeing this beautiful imaginary, imaginary film of poetic love.
Why do moon and trees, air and heat, darkness fading light all acknowledge me, and yet she is silent, self-absorbed, distant even in nearness? We are sharing this silence. We are of one mind. It should be a shared spring.