Upon the moonlit grass
My toes do tread
Turf and earth imprinting
On a mossy bed
A tired floret stoops
A sleepy head
Resting…sequestered…
Nothing to be said
A chill blows from the east
Then ceases… to ground
Still…serenity
Folds in…to surround
Is this dreaming … revealing?
Looking to the skies
Into night’s darkness
With a canopy of eyes
Copyright © 2015 Janice Turner Salmon
Medicinalmeadows 
May 6, 2015 at 4:23 pm
Always so beautiful Janice! Have a very lovely day!
May 6, 2015 at 4:36 pm
Thank you so much. Have a great day too 🙂
May 12, 2015 at 8:50 pm
Lovely. Feel free to visit my poetry blog when you get the chance. 🙂
May 25, 2015 at 8:09 pm
Thank you, will do x
May 25, 2015 at 8:13 pm
Super. 🙂