Nightwatch

we climb out of our cars, straining 

to see the last harvest of full moon. 

The trees are silent as we're counting

each grain weaving across the dark sky-

each light sliding, skating the lagoon-

each verse stitching like a neat bow tie-

lustrous is canvas unveiling, awed 
are we to witness this feat: scooped,  swooned,

lifted like a gem - a night unflawed !

 

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Nocturna poem and theme - I am hosting this mini-challenge this weekend.

Poetry form:  This is a 9 line poem (3 tercets) linked by the rhyme of the centre line. I have kept the 9 syllables per line (instead of 10) and have followed the rhyme scheme:  a. b. a. c. b. c. d. b. d.

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