a zephyr moves the night
giving the trees their soft sway
rustling leaves
'neath the moon's glow
bright tonight
like a highlight from paradises' portal
causing the dark to recede
spotlighting the grass
bending in cadence with the leaves
as they quiver from gentle winds
a different kind of light cascades noiselessly
beside an open window
curtains are pulled allowing
artificial light to subdue the night
noise from inside the room
penetrates and whispers
as a pleasant smell wafts from within
and the zephyr begins to grow in intensity
window slams shut
curtain shuts down the night
leaves on the trees shimmy and dance
but this time
only the stars are observing
I keep reading a lot into this… Something about a gentle interloper being "shut out" like the winds of a storm brewing. But that I may be overthinking it. Beautifully written with beautiful words. Anything with "Zephyr" on it is wonderful.
Oh, Jerry. You are wordsmithing wonderful considerations for the poetic reader and you should never fall fall prey to anything less than this kind of writing. KUDOS!
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
Sandie