a poem by Nancy Ellen Crossland, USA - poetry writer, author, poet

Moss hung from the trees in feathery strands
Swaying in the sultry night breeze
The air laden with mimosa's scent
Surrounding them now
With every precious moment spent,

Croaking choruses of frogs
Seemed to echo the tune
It won't be long,
Soon, soon
A hoot of an owl
A mockingbird's melody chirping
Look at the moon,
Look at the moon,

But in an embrace
They clung one last time
They knew
This night with one last kiss
A hushed goodbye
One last smile
Tearful eye,

Must live forever
Only in their hearts
Their love would never survive
Too young they were
One day
One night,

One summer night
So long ago
when love was separated by
Black and white

Nancy Ellen Crossland

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