The moon was so beautiful last night, close enough to touch. As it rose, trapped only minutes in the far trees, it loomed so big it seemed to pulse. As it rose into the early enough sky, it eclipsed the street lights. Magic enough.
A pale moon rises,
Unheralded, surprising us
With its presence so early at dusk.
The summer heat makes it waver
Like a ghost under water.
The cicadas hold their breath-
Their leg-fiddles muted,
And the earth turns quiet
If only for a moment.
Brushing the lush green tree tops
It floats upward into a still-lavender sky,
Gaining presence, strength, gleam
As it balances in the darkening light,
A well-trod path– fascinating eternity.
A world-weary face appears
And casts a bemused gaze downward
Before sailing through the night
Into the harbor of Dawn.
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