Critical Analysis #2 |
Spring Evening |
lauraheller New Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 7Mississippi, USA |
Spring Evening The moon comes and then she goes. A star shimmers alone as the moon hides behind the black veiled sky. Invisible oaks trees lit by their Spring light, a chartreuse green, glowing in the blackness of night. Rose azaleas barely opening and closing at the cool breeze of a Mississippi evening. And still the moon has not lifted her mourning veil. She is crying and stars shimmer down her face. She cries because her tulips could not grow in the heat, and their bright yellow, red, pink, and lavender heads fell to the plotted ground, submitting to the unbearable weight of the humid March sun. The still wet grass from the afternoon rain smells like oak chips and burnt bark of birches. Passing under a pine tree, the minty scent, the fresh flavor of pine cones waif. In the bare limbs of a birch tree, a bird, a robin, makes her nest. Weeks later, little chirps, twitterings can be heard from the nestle of twigs. The moon makes her appearance. Her white crescent shape gleams down on the earth, happy once more. She has seen the beauty that lives within her sight. Laura Anne Heller |
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