Step out, step out
From shady glade
Let safety fade
As evening slips
It’s velvet dress on
Colors sweeter as
We watch their leaving
Silver sheathing on
The pond the
Fronds of lilies
Fold their hands
And bathe in lavender
And peach then
Reach for one last
Time as moon climbs
In the distance
Takes it’s place
A smiling face
To welcome stars
As frogs sing
Stars ring tree tops
Soft spots curling
Up the living
Giving over to
The night
NaPoMo 10 2012
Image credit: Tommy Stone
You make everything feel magical Dee..even taking risks..venturing into the night becomes a gain..rather than a hair-raising ride into the darkness..another perfect marriage of image and words..and imagery bar to none..Jae
awww thanks Jae. It is odd, isn’t it? I wrote this before I read your piece and it is almost a counterpoint piece. Hope speedy man is quieting down 🙂
Thank you..i think kicking down the door tired him out for a bit..I always find light in your pieces..however grey it is over in Jae world..thank you for that..
Beautiful Dee! And Thank you Tommy for your inspiring illustration