Anna Maria

Rookie - 20 Points (1980 / United States of America, Earth)

Deering Oaks Encounter: A Memory Of Maine | Early Poems - Poem by Anna Maria

Oh moon, dear moon, can you hear me?
Your voice is sweet this night.
It shines through the bareness of the birch,
and glitters the snow beneath my feet.

This winding path I tread alone;
It is dark but for your song.
Please tell me we shall meet again
in the wintry slumber of the earth.

You captivate my pounding heart,
and give my spirit wings.


Comments about Deering Oaks Encounter: A Memory Of Maine | Early Poems by Anna Maria

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, December 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 16, 2011


[Report Error]