(sonnet # CCXVII)
Fair empress of the sable night! Who e'er
Presides with starry hosts, in silent thrill
White washing day's lost scen'ry with a chill
Light. In the velvet dark courts reigning where
Such myst'ry lurks, alluring captives ere
They know their danger. Sentinels half-fill
With looming shadows while the crickets trill,
Frogs serenade a world with rare compare.
The awesome sight is breathtaking: so bright,
So white, inspiring charms while calm seems to
Unite with heightened sens'ry call; delight,
Enchantment in thy thrall where summer's dew
Cool welcomes naked feet, so oft excite
When sleep must beckon, romance in thy hue.
04Sep11