It’s gone now
And all is pure.
The water has no ripple
The breeze has fallen
And in the sky
The heavens are smooth.
The clouds float seamlessly
And all is clean once more.
The grass is green once more.
At nightfall the moon rises
Like a wise witch,
One who knows it all.
For the breeze has fallen
And the grass is green once more.
The fox sleeps quietly,
Dreamlessly
For all is clean once more
The heavens are smooth
And clouds float seamlessly
Once more.
<Deleted User> (7073)
Thu 3rd Jun 2010 19:26
I like this too Ann, sort of the cleansing after the storm, the oxygenated air that permeates all.
Love TC X
I liked this too. It might be the scene after rain, which is a lovely thing to conjure up, but it's open for the reader to create their own interpretation.
I enjoyed this poem, Ann. I like the thought of the moon being like a wise witch who knows it all. Good one.
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Ann Foxglove
Thu 3rd Jun 2010 19:27
Thank you Thermo, that is exactly the effect that I was aiming for! xx