The august night is cool
in the shadow of the fall
a lambent moon is waxing
our shady grip relaxing
so silver dreams can pool
near the garden by the wall
where growth is ever stalked
but time to sow is scant
when furrows of fertility
enable the ability
before the light is balked
and the season says we can’t.
Are You Reading Me?
Like always, great word choice. I really, really enjoy the scheme you built here.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Jack, that couplet in the middle gives it a little change up.
ReplyDeleteGreat reading. Very nice rhyming scheme!
ReplyDeleteI really love your rhyme scheme here!
ReplyDeleteThis was really well crafted. The contrasting consonant sounds worked well. Cool poem.
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate your kind words everyone.
ReplyDeleteanimated write.
ReplyDeleteperfect rhyming n sentiments.
ReplyDeletewell penned sentiments.
ReplyDeleteexcellent.
ReplyDeletewelcome,
ReplyDeletea charming poem, very compact write.