Poetry by Jeff Green


A Peaceful Interlude

by cricketjeff on November 20, 2010.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The breeze is just a whisper from the West
Without the strength to tempt the sleeping trees
The Moon is up and dressed to look her best
Behind a haze of silver filigrees

Orion’s belt now boasts a ghostly sword
And Cassiopeia sports new unruly locks
My hurly burly town sees peace restored
Until a bin succumbs to “George” the fox.

Tomorrow morning’s just a breath away
When frantic fools will flock around the streets
And starling schools will fill my ears with play
While quartering the lawn for insect treats

But now at night there’s nothing in the air
Save simple silent scenes I want to share