Breath of wind
Over parched soil
Even in drought
Spirits lift
Flower jewels
Brief in display
Above silvered grasses
In the stillness of the night
Intoxicated with musky perfume
Watched over by the fullness of the harvest moon.

Running in the slow lane
Breath of wind
Over parched soil
Even in drought
Spirits lift
Flower jewels
Brief in display
Above silvered grasses
In the stillness of the night
Intoxicated with musky perfume
Watched over by the fullness of the harvest moon.
