Before bedtime I step into the prairie night. Balmy daytime temperatures linger. Cooper explores shadows dancing in the beam of my flashlight. The stillness under night skies reaches into my soul. The waxing Moon lies recumbent against a canopy of gossamer clouds on starlit velvet. Night winds whisper sweet nothings. I lend ear. My heart spills poetry.
Pear blossom canopies
Dance on whispers of night wind
Lazy Moon slumbers
© Ilija Lukić 2013
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