Just For You Poetry

I found the moon
on a bed of flowers 
With his beams 
cast  in white 
In a moonlit garden 
that gleamed in silver 
On a clear and cloudless 
starry night 

No reds stood proud 
no tangerines 
No purples 
in royal sheen 
Quiet greys
and blooms of whites 
That tossed back 
his ivory light 

I found comfort 
peace and calm 
In darkness 
that lent her charm 
The greens warmed 
by a streaming stole 
And beauty 
that heals the soul

Each day is lit 
with the flaming sun 
Yet loveliness 
when the night comes 
For what mysticism 
and mysteries 
Can the eyes
in darkness see

Moonlight makes a garden magical Nishu, and you have certainly penned this lovely image beautifully..

Thank you Stella, lovely to hear from you.

Thank you for your most beauiful response David x

I love the idea of a night garden. One in which the plants are purposely chosen for the way they would look in the moonlight. Maybe I'll have one one day. Your poem is beautiful.

Such a beautiful tribute to the moon with glorious colors and imagery, and I feel blessed having the opportunity to dwell on moons loveliness and mystery thank you Nishu.