Beauty of Night
She sits idly on the edges, waiting
Slowly, slyly, swallows the scene
Tinges each facet of its meaning
Scented by a distant aura.
For her darkness bathes all in its light
its soothing, sensuous smile
whispers, giggling on its breeze
the moon winking overhead.
She paints with fog and streetlamp
twirling through our dreams
dabbling with our hopes
this beauty that is night.
©11/14/2022
Beauty of Night Poetry Contest
Sotto Poet - sponsor
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment