Dovercourt Park by Margaret Meagher

An ivory moon

Draws up the birdsong,

Steeping the rain-rich air

In music, and

Water slicks the asphalt paths

To multiply the light as

Shade and sheen 

Dance in the stillness,

Wrapped in one another's gaze.

The moon moseys along with us,

Flickering among the trees, 

And goldenrod has

Spread its long, thin fingers,

Heavy in the dew, and as 

Slow shadows pass us by

In human forms,

Nightweary and homeward-bound, 

The mist waves languidly

In the holy hush

Of Sunday dawn.

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Margaret Meagher is a super-early riser and a long-distance walker. She has been writing since she could hold a pencil. She has authored two movies (MIGHTY UKE, MINIATURE) both currently broadcasting; a novel (Blue Earth, recently finished); a satirical comic book on modern economics (The Cult of the Invisible Hand, economicomics.com) and a children's book (The League of Imaginary Friends). She has been teaching poetry, and story writing for two decades.