A sense of peace and balance.
A pattern with a darkening sky.
Three disconnected clouds fly by
As if forgotten
By the glowering, snow filled ones
Rolling across the horizon.
Stark, leafless trees, wintered skeletons.
A kind of gazebo or summer house.
Upon the hilltop two figures,
Pierrot and his Columbine?
They are dressed as clowns.
Her arm is slipped in his
Trustingly; an old intimacy.
He, turning towards her
Solicitously, showing that he cares,
Seems to be about to speak.
Don't they feel cold, these lovers
As the moonlight picks them out?
Or are they too involved
To notice anything but each other?
Young lovers, yet forlorn,
Sad somehow,
Like victims of a secret love.
Delicate and fragile
They stand in the moonlight all alone.
Margery Rehman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carnival-evening-painting-by-henri-duanier-rousseau/
