Midnight’s Golden Clouds Poem by James Callos Jordan

Underneath the Santol tree I laid,
Staring at the dark blue sky,
Waiting for that magic to happen,
Of the moon to share its shine.
As the time went deeper through the night,
The moon showed its light.
Slowly puffs of golden beauty,
Started to break up the shady evening.
Chrysanthemums buds started to open,
Fireflies gathered and grazed around,
Frogs and crickets played their songs,
And the lifeless surroundings started to show life;
Oh the serene elegance of the moment,
Is truly a magical entertainment.

July 7,2009