dance recital

 

Bright sliver of moon

in rosy sky at dusk

gleams sideways smile,

poised, waiting…

grinning confidently

as tired old sun

burns down slowly,

limps below dark edge

of corn rows’ silhouette stage.

Day’s number is done…

time for moonlight’s moves!

 

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Norma Ruttan
    Nov 21, 2014 @ 20:16:02

    your poem does fit so well with MMT’s image! I admire these lines so much- “gleams sideways smile” and “limps below dark edge of corn rows’ silhouette stage”!

    Reply

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