The Moon

A tribute to the moon...

The sun's light fades

As the golden disc

Hides behind a curtain

Of pink and purple clouds.

 

To the east, a pale sliver

Of diamond radiance

Coats the dark horizon

And spreads its arms.

 

The moon rises slowly,

Half-hidden by the shreds

Of swirling, milky mist

And tall tree branches.

 

The myriad stars dim

In comparison to

Her lovely beams

Of silver-blue light.

 

As she reaches her zenith,

The moon slows the orbit

To shine as a beacon

Above the chaotic world.

 

She passes slowly

Across the starry dome.

The western sky and sea

Beckon to her.

 

Sliding down, she

Is just above the edge,

Stuck between day and night.

Golden rays shine to the east.

 

The moon's light fades

As the silver disc

Hides behind a curtain

Of deep, endless clouds.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[RHEA CROSLEY]

Very beautiful observation. I like the way you observe the beauty that is. My son told me we know the universe is a masterful creation not because of it beauty but because we appreciate it. Interesting thought I never heard that from anyone else. Any way your mind is obviously a wonderful creation. Thanks for sharing I am going to add this to my reading list and encourage others to read it.

[Wildfleour]

This has a much better flow. My only comment here is in the last stanza, the moon should still be referred to as "she".

[Wildfleour]

Ahhhh....such lovely imagery. My only critique is that the poem seems to end abruptly.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Oh, I want to hear more of this story - it is beautiful yet feels incomplete as if she has left us and may not return. Thank you, however, a lovely ode.
Light and Blessings,
Sid

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A lovely poem, well written. Thank you for sharing. Debileah