A Swampland Night

Painting by Susan Moore

As Spanish moss flows over the bayou 

flowing like a cascading waterfall;

while over the riverbank it does crawl,

in the reflections of a golden hue...

Hiding within ancient knotty branches

and graceful limbs of the bald cypress trees;

are eerie voices in the swampland breeze,

as spirits in gossamer light prances...

And as the aged fingers of dueling oak

caress the dark night like a silken glove;

gently touching mystical hair above,

flowing softly over a moonlit cloak...

©SyberRose

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Rogue]

-smile-

I lived in New Orleans for a time. I think you've captured that mystical nighttime feel of these ancient trees that both guard the banks and grow from within the swamps.
This made me miss my home their even more.