Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Another Little Poem

My apologies to those who read real poetry, but sometimes I can't help myself.

March Moon
tonight the moon shone
so bright
her seas were no longer visible.
The street lights,
hung their heads
and stared sullenly down.
In the spaces
between their yellow glares
I was lighted all in silver
and for a few steps
felt ethereal
like a fairy
from my childhood dreams.

1 comment:

  1. Your poetry is lovely... never underestimate that.