October moon
October moon above the pines.
As if I took it by surprise.
A maid looks at bedtime likewise.
I raise my hands to touch her charms,
to let her kiss my open palms.
But she slips out of my embrace
and shyly veils with clouds her face.
The breathless silence. The pathless wood
too virgin to linger at, en route,
too close to touch, but the moon's as far,
as far as any other star.
And I've got nothing left but rhymes
about the moon that gently shines,
the one remaining in these lines —
October moon above the pines.
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Спасибо, Николай, за радость быть Вашим читателем.
Элена Шахова 22.01.2021 14:21 Заявить о нарушении
Элена Шахова 22.01.2021 14:25 Заявить о нарушении
С удовольствием прочел Вашу поэму о луне. Интересно и оригинально, спасибо.
С добрыми пожеланиями,
Николай Левитов 22.01.2021 18:15 Заявить о нарушении