Last Bellevue

bird wings beat night songs
flap soft
in waning light
come my darling
dance with me
dip me as night falls
look with me
in silent glee
at the moonlight
as it sprawls
let us dance along
in a curlicue upon
the cooling grass
sweep me in a swaying line
beating ever fast
upon moonshine
shimmering with dew
stolen glances
hang sublime
in skies where
wishes grew
in the air
a pair
of doves coo
to reply
loons cry
owls hoot
a symphony
of feathered lutes
then again
just we two
splashing silvered steps
puddles on the lawn

~ Heather Groot

Heather Groot was born and raised in Sault Ste-Marie, Ontario. She moved to Guelph, Ontario at the age of 18, in order to study psychology at the University of Guelph. She is currently working as a poet and freelance writer.

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