Waltz of the Eve
a poem
The sky is lovely, perfectly adorned… Her white fluffy scarf, Dotted with a few starry jewels, Her skirt trimmed in turquoise, She waits for the moon.
This is her time to shine, Before the great white orb Takes center stage. She delivers her soliloquy To coppice and forest and field Eager earth awaits her bidding of goodnight.
A perfectly humble bow, As her chameleon talents prevail, Purples and blacks of the night, Spring forth their starry pearls, Shadows merge with lingering rays, As the waltz of the eve begins.
The moon takes her place, Nestling in sky’s visceral breast. Winds stir up a musical delivery Rustling a leafy audience. Once more the luminous creature, The holy timepiece of night Appears to fulfill her call To symphonic embrace.
