(from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot)
Let us go then, you and I
when the evening is spread out against the sky,
let us listen to the symphony of frogs
and the rustling song of leaves upon the trees.
Let us revel in the starry Milky Way,
and kneel in dewy grass upon our knees.
Let our glad hearts rejoice at this sweet world,
at fragrant flowers, trailing vines, and touch
with reverent fingers the crimson roses, but not too much.
And let us sit and swing a little while
under the moon’s glad glowing light.
And when the evening starts to chill,
we’ll go inside,
and keep in our hearts
the treasure of this night.
One thought on “Night”
I did the first half of the marathon but would have loved to write to this prompt – may still do so on my own time. Rhyme works here because of the prompt and I like how you jumped off from the quote with a scenic poem that brought in all the senses – love the line “but not too much”.