Door County Poem: “Night Queen”

She watches a milky twilight
in the pale moon skylight,
and rides on the mist in the dewdrop air.
She blows a palm-full of stardust across the evening sky,
breathing a gentle breeze.
She gazes at flickering skies of starry eyes,
and strolls down the Milky Way,
with steps of a feather’s weight.
She tiptoes across the Aurora in a flighty grace.
She holds her head high,
twirling about the sky,
dusting the fog with ribbons of moonbeams in her hair.
She casts wrinkled shadows with her dress of purple majesty.
She speaks in crystal whispers,
and walks in footprints of jewels,
casting her spells through flowing arms.
The moon losing loft,
stars blinking off,
she raises a brow,
looks to the east.
Flames of red paint the sky,
rays of scarlet send night to die.
She tips her crown to the dawn,
and awaits the pale moon-rise.