Exchange
The moon sliced
Into pieces
hold that much
Love and light
Drawing white wings
Against the starlit
Wide Canvas.
A tall tree
Detailing the
The dark haze
In most
delicate pastels
Expresses its
True artistry.
Sitting on the
Narrow branches
A night bird
Sleepy eyed
Flaps and whistles
Reclaims identity
In a fit of rage.
The rising wind
And a few leaves
Give a voice
To the muted
Lips to exchange
Some words
In silence.
An unalloyed pleasure to read,both rewarding and relaxing.