THE moon is a silver fox, Motionless, Watching the valley. The wind sings sagas And I can hear the valley reply: "Now is the time -- now -- now!" The wind sweeps the valley with tenderness. The fox threatens. His shadow hovers, While the valley replies to some muffled lover in the wind: "Now is the time -- now -- now!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JUDGE SELAH LIVELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |