Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Sand Sprinkler's Sonnet

How vast and gentle is the earth at night!
That apple peddler they have called the moon
Pins up his ragged coat and holds a light
For younger stars to dance a rigadoon.
The stream goes mumbling down his willow bed,
The cricket sings beneath his tree of wheat,
And every gawky fledgling has been fed
And every windling given velvet feet.
All eager children who have lips to spend,
Go buying in their secret market place,
And at the roof top's green and yellow bend
The spider dozes in her silver lace
And all at once, without quite knowing why,
A lantern bug begins to paint the sky.


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