Clair de lune…or Black Dog

with love maxima

House of Heart

Night birds   sing   Clair de lune

from  a slender branch where the solemn moon

casts shy beams unsure if it should seek her out.

It’s light plays hide and seek in the crowns of  trees

skipping from leaves to grassy weeds where

wildflowers close their porticoes to hummingbirds

dipping in and out then flitting off into the night.

A  spectator view of  collapsing clouds darken

to deeper shades of sighs and an old black dog

on silent paws lies down beside her without a sound.


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