Keremeos Moonlight
Keremeos moonlight
In a Keremeos orchard;
The half-moon sitting there,
Silhouetted by the bright clouds there.
Dark leafy branches of apple trees
Make dappled branches dance with the breeze;
A white light
Softens the cold night;
A sight so rare
That it’s hard to bear;
My head dizzy
Like poplar trees tipsy,
Swaying in the wind,
Like the swaying in my mind,
To the joyful dance of the wind.
Its pulse makes me a little weak,
As the steady rush of Keremeos Creek
Steadies my clomping, dancing feet,
Stomping fallen apples
And tall, cool grass
Between the rows of apple trees;
All by the light of Keremeos moon.
It all makes me almost swoon,
All by the light of Keremeos moon.
I dance my jig by the light of the moon.
I dance to my lilting harmonica tune;
All by the light of Keremeos moon;
Yes, as I dance to the lilt of my harmonica tune;
Dancing by the light of Keremeos moon;
Dancing in the orchard as I play my tune;
Dancing by the light of Keremeos moon.
July 9, 2000, Keremeos, B.C.
Cyril Winter
