Someone spun the moon
and captured every constellation
from the enchanting sky I dreamt upon
when I was left in the gardens
with only birds in a swaying birch
to confide in;
these clandestine wishes wafting love
through whispering winds.
Walk with me in alliteration.
Catch the fragrance of humility
bringing you to your knees;
fair damsels dancing
to the blush of dawn
upon these smiling daffodils