Three Imagist Poems

I try to get it right here

From my window the night is framed,

The stars thrown between the black.

Darkness turning through after-rain,

Grass that defends its green.

A moon dyed with henna

Falls behind the tree-line.

Frost cold as your hand;

O pull me down to the stones!

Reviews

[G!o]

Great and amazing imagery in this piece Leslie. I love the "the moon dyed with henna".. I would love to know the inspiration behind this line. Great writing as always.

[Taniska 😊€..]

Thanx for writing beautiful poems in this poems I like "from my window the night is framed" most.😊 Keep writing ,Sir