The Pond's Alive
The fulsome figure of the moon
O'er floats midst myrrh and cassia's haze
Now piercing darkness' call of loon
Whilst rumors swirl amidst the maze
Yon swan, young goose swift flap their wings
The pond's alive, sweet sings the dove
As ducklings dance and nature swings
A lustrous spectacle above
Dark clouds demur, they gather round
Fierce crack of lightning bolts below
Brew up a storm, a crash resounds
The lambent spectacle's cruel foe
At rain's hard slants, the pond shrinks back
Her light cut short, her brilliance black
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
February 24, 2021
All Yours (Feb. 26) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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