The Maiden
Sultry summer night, black and calm,
quietness reigns except for soft lapping
where water caresses the buoys
waiting, waiting . . .
thick clouds break and drift.
Sudden light pulses on the ripples,
the moon quivering in the river-mirror,
shy of her reflection
like a maiden unaware of beauty.
Copyright, March 27, 2015
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015
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