Dew Dancing (A French Sonnet) By Emory D. Jones Between the midnight and the dawn I sometimes step out on the lawn. Led by music of the spheres, I listen to their heavenly tone And swirl among my starry peers. The fecund night now comes to me We dance among the sultry pine And misty, lacy filigree, And we are softly intertwined. A summer morning, glistening dew Bediamonds all the grassy field And we are young with love anew. And as we pirouette and sway, We welcome the dawn of coming day.
Elena—stock.adobe.com
Halcyon Days - 2020 Issue 19 | 14
