written for "The Monthly Poetry Contest"
There was a dusting in the sky
flickering tinsel kissing my eyes;
excuding luminous vibrance
with hints of heavenly fragrance.
Overhead-poised over the moon,
stars gathered like a silver spoon;
gracefully leaving a glimmer-
magically spilling a shimmer.
I dance under the stars that fall
making wishes upon them all.
Dashes of silver start to fleet-
silver being the moon's elite.
Moonbeams of the color silver
flowed from the skies like a river.
This twilight has left me spellbound;
knowing silver found it's playground.