“Petals Under Moonlight”



Petals under moonlight,
clusters
on a night when the month of May
is ending:
the owls play their piccolos
upon the branches,
the crickets, their castanets
on the watery grass —

Rejoice
in the muted colors of the petals,
foliage and sepals,
beneath the cloak of temporal
darkness:

the greening of things
innumerable
blazes across the fields of this fertile
continent,
drenched in the early rain,
warmed by the beams of the morning
sunlight.

by D. G. Vachal Β© 2013

Photo Credit: Richard Thripp

33 thoughts on ““Petals Under Moonlight”

  1. …the owls play their piccolos…the crickets their castanets… (Absolutely wonderful!) πŸ™‚ The flow of this poem is like stepping into a May garden on a cool evening – beautifully penned!

  2. Love this, Dee. That flower seems to be singing……….swaying beneath the promise of the sun. Unfortunately, I live in an area where we don’t see much in the way of seasons. We have winter, thirty minutes of spring and then summer. Already, we’ve had many 90+ days……..and yet, the wind whispers of far away places, and cool mountain streams. Nature is one of God’s sweetest gifts! Love you, Dee. ~ Always, Bobbie

  3. I particularly love the first verse, the owls, the crickets. And I was struck by the way the flower appears to be looking at the moon – I imagine it looking shyly at it. Good combination of poem and photo.

  4. Thank you Carroll for sharing this beautiful poem me and my mummy enjoyed so much and the pretty flower too. I had to share on my blog page, please come and have a look at my adventures. Princess Daisy May, Puss Cat 6 & 3/4 and her adventures. Purrrrrrrrrr πŸ™‚

Leave a Reply to LightWriters Cancel reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s