Moonlit
From the ground
rose packets of mist
and the moon
hung low over treetops.
As rolling clouds drift past,
stars emerge from hiding
and crickets begin their chorus.
Trying to see movement
in darkness
by a slice of white moon
through the window,
she sees silhouettes
jumping and dancing
as they made love
in the bright wild wonderland
of a moonlit courtyard.
Brenda is a poet and visual artist living on the shore at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia Beach, digging her way to a poem or two. She graduated MFA from Old Dominion University many moons ago. Her work has been published in Wingless Dreamer, Bewildering Stories, Down in the Dirt Journal, Blaze Vox, Ariel Chart, Neo Poet and Eber and Wein Anthology.
