Monday, December 27, 2010

Taking a Stab

Beneath a blood-red moon
nocturnal creatures croon
and anyone
that needs the sun
will shudder at the tune.

The solstice coincides
with an orb that shyly hides
but could it be
an omen we
should fear like March’s ides.

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous2:38 AM

    I like this ..alot.. I can not write in rhymes, and you did great..
    yes, we wait for spring no, right?

    Enjoyed your poem!

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  2. Thanks alot Lynn!

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  3. Love the melody and rhyme...great job :)




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