Appreciative Audience for M'lady Emma

poem in triplets

Appreciative Audience.

 

Soft moonlight filters through the trees

Which seem to dance to melodies

Created by the gentle breeze.

 

 

 

The shadows on the ground dance too

Or to my eyes they appear to

Disintegrate then form anew.

 

Sometimes the clouds blot out the light

The shadows gain a brief respite.

Rejoin the darkness of the night.

 

But clouds move on and when they do

And once again moonlight shows through.

The trees will dance, the shadows too.

 

The sun will rise to start the day.

The dancing shadows hide away

But where they hide no man can say.

 

The sun completes his daily quest.

Journeying from east to west.

Then sinks below the sea to rest.

 

The moon will rise she rules the night

Then once again to my delight

She bathes the trees in silver light.

 

 

The melodies played by the breeze

Will re awake the sleeping trees.

To dance again with practiced ease.

 

Beneath the trees reluctantly

the shadows still dance gracefully.

I watch in silence gratefully.

 

I know they do not dance for me

And I am privileged to see

The shadows dance under the trees.

 

Friday, 23 September 2011

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[Greg the Bard]

As usual the flow is so smooth and the images are so very large. I really like the whole work.