William McGehee

Hyacinths Rolling - Poem by William McGehee

The double reflected light,
The Sun
Illuminates the Moon,
And in turn Lady Moon shares this gift with the clouds.
The phantom Hyacinths rolling,
Rolling like ghosts in the wind:
Ghosts in the wind
Dancing to and fro with the trees instep behind.
This glade is an island of light
In the darkness of the night.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 8, 2011

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