Orchard Dreams (Poetry)

There are lovers in the orchard
they are calling to the moon
with the apples turning silver
tempting ghosts who died too soon

Gentle spirits born of Nature
sidle soft to form a ring
and their voices clear as angels
move the mountains as they sing

A great barn owl hovers silent
spots a fieldmouse down below
and the drama of the moment
causes everything to slow

So the lovers pause their kisses
and the choir forgets the words
as the owl drops down but misses
mouse eyes sharper than the bird’s

A storm bullies in from nowhere
soon the world’s awash with rain
lovers part ... the spirits vanish
orchard dreams are dashed again