The moon pours white wine
by cricketjeff on March 10, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
At a table in a garden, on a soft, sweet, summer’s night
Two friends sit close together by the moon’s reflected light.
On the table in the garden there are glasses but no drink
And the friends are sitting talking, though they often stop to think.
The topics that they cover seem to range so far and wide
And the glasses sit there empty, since they left the drink inside.
The night is getting cooler but the friends stay close and warm,
The moon just looks down calmly, she has magic to perform.
As he leans across to kiss her, and she kisses him as well,
The friendship starts to blossom into something more to tell.
The tension in the garden needs assistance to decline
So the silver crescent of the moon leans down to pour white wine.
Dalaney, Lane, L.A.Smith wrote a haiku that contained an image I could not put
Little black spider
wraps its dinner in fine silk
the moon pours white wine
So if you like my poem, please pay tribute to it’s progenitor
There is a sequel to this poem After_the_Wine which in turn has a sequel
Another_Glass and I have now composed a prequel Laying_Down_the_Vintage
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