On Moonlit Night Poem by Dee Daffodil
On Moonlit Night
Beneath a rather sensuous moon
They made a trail through the snow
Through the woods
That creaked from cold
On that Winter's night
She took the lead
Through feathery snow
That seemed the angels had spilled below
He followed swiftly, keeping pace
They stopped
They held a warm embrace
Upon this winter night
When all seemed calm
When all seemd bright
But most of all
It just seemed right
They trampled snow underneath
He made a bed
Wondering all the time
Could this be done...
On such a cold, cold night?
She offered wineskin sips
To him to warm his soul
And then she kissed him
Long, and deeply...melting snow
They gathered branches and pinecones
They struck a spark
And made a glow
They kindled that which they had known
On moonlit night
In bed of snow.
Dee, this is so beautiful, couldn't agree more with what Jim says, the snow and the moon, it's chock full of imagery! ! Delicious write..... HG: -) xx
You create the setting and the atmostphere perfectly here Dee. Warm and romantic - intensified by the snow and the cold. Irresistible scenery. A very fine piece of poetry. One of your best.
the first stanza sets the tone, excellent use of words to, personify the immagery,
Very romantic and atmospheric. Wonderful, effortless flow to your rhymes, Dee. Loved it. -chuck
I was going to say, 'Better than at the beach! The sand gets everywhere! ! ' Then a horrible thought attached itself to those pine cones.Uuuurgh. Anyway, what colour did the moon paint the snow? (This is going on my favs.) Danny
Dee, I am not sure how you did that! Because, snow is really cold! But, from now on ... when I have to shovel that whiteness, I tend to think that it will have a certain sexy - ness to it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 5:45:55 AM # 1.0.0
Dear Dee, this blanket of snow has never felt so warm as your poem makes it so. Love David