Midnight wind rushed through
Wild trees in dark milieu-
They bowed their heads
And danced a pas de deux.
The rain played its own melody
With blowing drops of euphony
Beating drums of destiny.
Dashing down the depths headlong.
I stepped into that piquancy
And heard Night's deep song.
The rolling skies above me joined
Into that symphony of song
And swept me into music sweet
Which echoed all night long.
Beautiful imagery, Kate. The night has written you into its poetry. Warmest regards, Sandra
Kate, A lovely poem...I love poems about the wind and rain...I love the picture you painted with words. Worthy of a 10!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very melodic sweet poem written by a sensitive woman