Birth Night Poem
soft shadows dance in delight.
Big white glow influences below
undulating waves both high and low.
The fullness reminiscent of the lady's ripe womb
the silence embracing the stillness of whom?
The energetic pulsing shudders through the loom
shoved aside to prepare the baby's room.
December the third beckons near and dear
as the luminescent ball travels the sky without fear.
Count steady the hours passing slowly by
until red blinks its enormous eye.
But under the gaze of the yellow sun
the birthing waned only just begun.
The child, it seemed wanted his birth
illuminated in moonlight upon this sweet earth.
~Dedicated to my eldest son born December 3, 1990