Dancing

The moon is full

the trees glow

in it’s filtered light

I stand as if suspended

in time

Old needs surface

and suddenly I

want to spread my

arms and fly

To drift among

the stars

unfettered

Instead I begin
to twirl

and twirl

My body and feet

remembering

my youth, my joy

hearing 

in  the silence

moonlight music

I’m

Dancing

"ellecee"

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Poems in April:

 FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ so i can dance

Day 21