Poetry by Megha Sood
With joyful rapture
I pressed my ears close to the
heaving breast of the mother earth
as I listen closely to the
laughter hidden in the trees.
With the crimson tinge
of the setting sun
interspersed in the oriental lilies
staying alive in the
luscious lips of my beloved
the faint whispers of the frothy moonlight
gently caressing the
serrated ends of the darkness
revealing the secrets
as the night roil in
This murky dawn
seeping through the
half-broken window
of my bedroom
moves surreptitiously
as it takes the night
slowly in.
About the Poet
Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Free Verse Revolution, Whisper and the Roar, Poets Corner, and contributing editor at Ariel Chart.
Vita Brevis Press. 
Thanks so much Brian for giving this poem a home.