The sun, a sheer glowing ball,
Falls in a rush of mahogany light
Smokey and palpable
Through the evening night
The air is dense and downy soft
The moon a thin reed flute
Whose solitary tune hearkens to the
Wavering, ethereal keening
Of wind among the creaking pines
The bone-white moon shines eerily
And the air is filled with
The faraway melody of bells
The taste of jasmine blossoms
Settles, glimmering imperceptibly
Over everything
Copyright ©: 2010
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Dead Orchard by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Юлия Друнина – Ты должна
- Lord Ullin’s Daughter by Thomas Campbell
- Your Last Drive by Thomas Hardy
- At Ease by Walter de la Mare
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
- April Is The Saddest Month by William Carlos Williams
- do you believe in always by Steve Troyanovich
- I Saw His Round Mouth’s Crimson by Wilfred Owen
- Николай Карамзин – Делиины слова
- A Net to Snare the Moonlight by Vachel Lindsay
- An Autumn-Blooming Rose poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet Vii
- Stir in Stillness by Shruti Talnikar
- Disingenuousness by Mark R Slaughter
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