When dark drops down through the pine pins
And when a baby dove
Closes herself to her mother's warm wings
Then, through the stripes of the coconut leaves
The moon
Descends on earth, onto the darkness
With glorious bright lily hues
And, perhaps in shame or in fear
The darkness hides itself
In the narrow corner of some lonely cave
Or recedes to the thin cover of some wild bush
When, I stand mesmerized look
At the zebra stripes
Of the coconut leaves
Up against the sky.
Superb poetry. I do like moon poems and this is among the very best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I invite you to read my poem, The Breath Of The Moon as I too love to gaze at her beauty. It's interesting to see the moon from r perspective, on your side of the globe. One moon that all can share. Your write was a lovely reflection of such. PEACE