by Ethel Mortenson Davis
For Sophia and Phoebe
Because this night is filled
with black-winged pelicans
coming in to land,
a sail being taken down,
a sliver of a moon
climbing above
the white birch trees,
and laugher from young girls
rising above the lapping waves,
no more can fit
into the evening.
fourwindowspress 
Another succinct, yet rich poem – I love “no more can fit/into the evening”. Perfect ending!
Excellent, especially the ending!
I wanted to let you know, also, that I nominated you for the Liebster Award. You are familiar with it already, but I really wanted to add you to my list!
That’s lovely. Thank you.
what a lovely treat! 🙂
You paint a rather full picture, indeed…
I like your comments. Ethel
delicately immaterial – power of words. they fill nights too, and nothing else fits.
This is delightful. I like the contrasts between the black winged pelicans and the white birches, the sail coming down and the moon rising, and I love the deceptive logic “because [all this … therefore ] no more can fit into this evening”. Charming!!