Moon

This poem grew as a kind of response to my last poem about the Rain Shadow, it seemed to be asking for some sort of follow-up ~ and Muse kept prodding me so I gave in.





Moon  -  26 Jul 13

Silver
On the eastern horizon
Trees hold her face
As she smiles

Stars hidden by a veil
Night is too bright
Her beauty shines
On everything

Joyful branches
Lay a pattern
On me
Moon shadow

I get the feeling that there is something more to follow this.