Friday, December 09, 2005
Like dew on midnight grass;
The breathing image of the moon
Swims deep beneath the glass.
And high the clouds like lacy shawls
Wrap cold celestial lights
While soundless down the moonglow falls
In torrents from the heights.
A single pirouetting leaf
Rides rising autumn airs,
Her lovely dance as bright as brief,
A-tripping down the stairs.
And then the gaily twirling sprite,
A child let out of school,
As soft as breath at last can light
Upon the silver pool.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
The moon 'below' the ice is especially effective.
Another year of working at it and I think you'll hold your own with the best of them.