Saturday, January 16, 2010
A Night Visit...
Here is a poem I wrote while gazing at the night sky one cold winter night recently...
A Night Visit
In the fragrant, black rose garden of the night sky, our dear friend Mademoiselle Moon and her darling crimson cousin Mademoiselle Mars hover near our window tonight.
Bee angels and dragonfly ghosts float about them, spinning their webs in the cold winter night to keep our friends warm.
Inside this chilly night, they sip night-thistle tea, cream of clouds and extra squirts of ghostbee honey .
Small clouds of milky-tea steam warm their faces and lighten the sky.
Closer and closer now, their webs of glittery moon-light and rosy mars-light creep in our window, across our floor, up to the foot of our bed as they reach to tickle our toes and wish us good-night!