Spring Night

How finely twilight applies lipstick to the sky! His brush touches each fold as the sky does shy. Eyebrows and eyelashes he so minutely paints, As though powerful prayers and blessings of the saints...! Why do Nyx and Hyades at this juncture weep, As though widowed by Zeus lost their eternal sleep? Maiden stars get wet and miss their timely twinkle, Rain, as though hysteric, on clouds showers sprinkle...! The moon, entering, like a bold ballet dancer, Blinks as though to the night's quiz he has no answer; Nature, as routine, her seasonal games enacts, Nyx, Hyades and Zeus act as per rhythmic facts...!!! 03 March 2023 In Bloom Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May