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Moonlight Kiss
by Jane E PearceThe tired green hands,
fingers crisp, lay on the lawn,
waiting for a fall wind's wisp,
when summer is gone.
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Their short life spans spent
on summer's follies,
and a full moon's secret trysts.
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How many moments
does it take to purse
lips just right, to make
a perfect kiss on a warm
moonlit night?
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To remember a pearl kiss
with moonlight falling over
your shoulder, keeps winter's
frozen hopes vital and from ever
getting colder.
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So I close the door,
light the fire, play a song
in sonata form and think
of you and the moonlight kiss
to keep the winter warm.
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08/31/2008 Posted on 08/31/2008
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 09/01/08 at 02:42 AM Your words are rich with color, memory, and substance. I love it!!! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/01/08 at 02:45 PM Beautiful! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/03/08 at 06:37 PM Very mice Jane.....CharMin |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/06/08 at 03:22 PM Romantically evocative rendering Jane, in time and tune with the sonata of autumn. |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 10/26/08 at 12:54 AM You must have had a lovely life to write poetry such as this. |
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