tap dance

tap dance

© 2008 punkie

 

in the inky darkness

after midnight,

it’s hard to decide

which sounds sweeter:

the tap dance of raindrops

on maple leaves,

or the whispering wind

rustling through them.

pitter patter?

or shhhhhhhh?

then the realisation:

what is one

without the other?

who would choose

a heart

without a soul?

together they are

the music

of this wet and

wonderful night.

 

© 2008 Susan Macaulay . I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.