As the moon splashed through the trees

Shadows danced on shimmering leaves

A performance with no encore

Each movement repeated; no better score

Quietly we watch once again

What a picture we could pen

If only the words we could find

To describe the beauty on which we dine

The moment has passed before we know

Fleeting and gone; no words to grow

We’ll watch again for something new

We’ll wait for dawn and morning dew

Perhaps now is not place or time

To put the beauty to words and rhyme

We’ll put it in our mind for today

The beauty will return on a different day

©5/26/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry