Traipsing through rich evergreen boughs
Kwa Gulth moon scrambles between quick-silver rain
Each drop prancing
Like horse hooves on cobblestones
Leaves bend down
And winter breezes linger on our fingertips
You touch them to my lips
I hear the soft-speak of river song
Or is it
That little brown bird
With a black crest
On its tiny, feathered breast
Entertaining me, this troubadour
Playing a wind sonnet like a liberated harpsicord
As moonglow dapples the sweet
Flowing waters of Moon Creek
Dances through watercress and wild celery
Moonglow will soon kiss your eyelids
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