Brunette Sunset Poem by William Cavanagh

We lie beneath the squeaking trees
An earshot nigh Grand Lake
A breath away from love to make
And feel the fading summer breeze

The moon emerges each and every night
Chic in fashionable shade and shadow
Lovers and users and sheltered meadow
Covert, cascading light

Deaf be the fading forest
Amid serious moonlight
As we clinch and cradle tight
Among nature’s fetching fair florist

Emotions helpless from temptation
The sun has since been set
For you and I, my choice brunette
Love declining privation