Silhouettes

The silhouetted trees are stirred by the breeze out on the lawn awaiting the dawn. Those vague, dark moonlit shadows dancing alone, swirling about, soon to be gone. Twirling to whispering songs of love from choruses of wind serenading the day, beckoning the pirouetting dancers. With the light coming on, the silvery moon fades; true dawn has begun and the silhouettes vanish in the rising sun.