Night Garden

Upon the moonlit grass
My toes do tread
Turf and earth imprinting
On a mossy bed

A tired floret stoops 
A sleepy head
Nothing to be said

A chill blows from the east
Then ceases… to ground
 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


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Weekly Writing Challenge: Manifesto

Harness the sun
Like the flower
And see the day
By the hour

In the moment
Notice the scene
Pay attention
It’s not a dream

Collect the sight
And store to mind
Think not forward
The least we find

Be here and now
In suns full stream
Open flowers
Expose esteem