Over Poem by Heather Z. Hanna

Over



Over the emerging Spring garden
Stood a tall quiet house.
Over the house
Reigned a Red Oak with silohouetted young leaves.
Over the oak tree
Floated the gathering silvered clouds
Birthing the shining Full Moon
That glowed like a huge cat's eye
Reflecting light into the coming darkness.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Dorn 30 March 2007

Well done, Heather... I really like the progression! Good write! ! Brian

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