Night Games Poem by Janet Mary Zylstra

Night Games

Rating: 5.0


The bearded wind dashed through the sky
With coal sacks on his shoulders,
Sliding on the silver night
Who shook as she grew colder.

He slipped and fell upon the trees
Who pointed in derision
And tossed his coal clouds to the breeze
Who wildly ripped them open

And laughed to see the sooty stuff
Smothering the smiling moon
Who clambered on her rocking cusp
And giggled like a loon.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 02 February 2016

Delightful poem, playful and energetic it's antics making me laugh! Great imagery throughout! 10+ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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