A Blue moon rises
shining through the lacey
budding Sycamore.
Go out now!
Go, this very moment to
Gaze on her unveiled splendor!
Blue Moon of Springtime
Dancing naked in the night…
A haunting melody whispers on the breeze,
A memory forgotten
to my heart.
© Nancilynn Saylor
30 March 2018
Nancilynn is Writing again 