One morning last week, I walked into the kitchen and it seemed lighter than it should be. Through our ten foot picture window I could just see a sliver of the bright moon, still shining gloriously over the near dawn landscape. I had to go outside. I stood on the patio and breathed in the cool morning air, knowing the sun was just on the other side of the house waiting to pop over the horizon. But for a few beautiful moments the early morning belonged to that moon and the poet in me rose up. I hope you don't mind.
This morning I saw the silver moon
kissing the night away;
winking through spidery arms
of trees as they gently swayed.
A little chill caressed my cheek
to let me know that soon,
the sun would rise and bid her go
to some other darkened room.
There to give her light away
on the other side of the earth,
until she wanders back again
with her gentle golden mirth.
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