With Laurentin,
Secret garden
The grass is wet, the moonlight high
The birds fell silent in a sigh
The soporific stars shine bright
The sweet scene is quite a sight!
A breathing although discreet
Can be heard arising unashamed
Through the branches heavy
With tonight’s eerie dew
And the jealous light reflects
On the smooth glittering surface
Silver and black- the dream is real
You stand unseen but stare
Shadows connect when thus angled
Leaves like hands entangled
Just ask them if you dare
What they feel
Germolles Burgundy
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“The jealous light” I love the descriptions in this poem. The imagery is wonderful too!