Morning Poem, Amended

 

 

The clouds lit up

by the moon behind

Were sheep on a hill

and of the kind

That I’d been told of

once before

But knew not

Till I’d

left her door

On that one fragrant

summer night

When last I knew

We had it right

.

I walked on air

From her house to mine

The honeysuckle

On the vine

Filled the night

With heaven’s wine

I knew I’d found

The gift divine

.

Her yes put trouble

To and end

She never

Told me no again.

 

Copyright 2017

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