View Through White Netting

A View Through White Netting

Through white curtain netting

on my window I view

the tree-covered hilltops

with their fading green hue.

With their fading green hue

the sun’s final rays plead;

Streaks abandon the sky,

as mild colors recede.

As mild colors recede,

stars unbonnet fresh light,

and down falls a fragrance;

oh, sweet jasmine at night!

Oh! Sweet jasmine tonight!

Under evening’s dark veil,

with moon’s admonition

every starlet grows pale.

Every starlet grows pale

in their skirt of chiffon;

in their ballet on black,

they shall dance until dawn.

They shall dance until dawn,

then fade from detection

when sojourning moonbeams

mirror morning’s reflection.

Mirror morning’s reflection

and curtsy the new day,

with fine slippers of gold,

to nudge shadows away.

To nudge shadows away,

for morning’s new station,

while in reverent applause,

trees stand in elation.

Trees stand in elation;

Oh, what a fine setting

for a new day to show

through my curtain netting!