Moonnights
The silvery veil of the moon
covers the winged beings.
Such ivory innocence
that drifts from dewdrop to dew dropped
grass.
Their mystical dance,
a ritual of nightly peace.
Their presence; a blessing,
a brittle harmony
so easily broken.
In these moments
everything,
the unusual,
becomes poetry.
Artwork "The Unknown Blakelock" Ralph Albert Blakelock (1847-1919)
Courtesy of Google Images
