David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
Down Leafy Lanes
Down leafy lanes where lovers go
shadows on breezy night dance to and fro
nocturnals in their search for food
ignore the display the breeze makes.
Only lovers in their arms surround
hear the breeze talk to the leaves
in silent calming whispers.
The moon so high above
cast shadows all around
bringing the place alive,
but with no sound.
The shadows dance for lovers there
in gay profusion everywhere
among the songs night creatures call
down leafy lanes where lovers go.
9-10 June 2013
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