“Alluring Moon”

ALLURING MOON

The moon sits moored
In a midnight sea,
Clouds sweep her face
Shading a pale, wavering beacon
As she tugs at her moorings
And floats
Across the upended bowl of Heaven
Into the harbor of dawn.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
September, 2009

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