Beneath a Satin Moon

 

0e6913df55efc7fef9bd50bcf02da0ffBENEATH A SATIN MOON

In a golden wood

Beneath a painted sky,

A paper house is standing

Beneath a satin moon,

And in the garden growing,

Pastel flowers flourish,

And never lose their bloom,

Winter, summer, spring or fall,

As lovely as they are,

They never see a raindrop fall.

And Tiger lilies, made of silk,

Slink around a lily pond,

Of which they are, you know,

Quite fond,

As gilded Goldfish swim

Amidst the frilly lilies,

They gaze upon the heavens

Reflecting all they see,

In natureโ€™s perfect harmony,

All this of course,

Is nothing more

Than pure imagery,

Yet, none the less,

it interests me!

Copyright @ 2013 Karen DeMers Dowdall

 

 

6 thoughts on “Beneath a Satin Moon

    1. Hello Sofia, Thank you so much and I am so glad you liked my poem. I must drop by your site and follow. My sister is a teacher too and teachers are the most awesome people in the world to me. Karen ๐Ÿ™‚

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