Nocturnal Silence
I watched a lone frill -
flitter 'neath a crescent moon.
A chasse quite brief;
a waltz concluding too soon.
Dusk's nocturnal breath
whirls a foliferous heart.
A ron de jame leap
reinvents classical art.
The plume flits and floats
beyond a stilled rivulet -
one rebel osprey
escaping Swan Lake's ballet.
Tchaikovsky's cygni
are enchanted and enrapt;
as a chaste quill sleeps
'pon the brim of vesper's cap.
Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2008
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