Sweet jasmine
dresses evening's air
in silken fragrance
stars ablaze
illuminating prose
from darkened skies
summer's supple breeze
stirs mischievously
in spruce's upper reaches
meadows sashay
swaying unashamedly
twirling to natures nocturnal choir
twirling as crickets sing to her
as grasshoppers click
as owls hoot
so inexplicably peaceful
so milodically transfixed
in twilight's gaze...
by each vociferation
by each sound
by each note
for each creates a single finger print
set by the hands of time
orchestrated by the Master
each beautiful epistle
finely tuned,
tuned to grace a King's Chancel.
Diana Newsome
Copyright @ 9/24/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem