Friday, October 6, 2017

Moon

There's a light in the sky
Tonight 
Harvest moon,
Gold enough, harrowing silver

I never thought which way 
Or how often the moon
Rises before she claims western nights
But she arrives, on her schedule
And for this moon, tonight, I'm watching 
Her traverse south, from her low
Eastern perch, in the cornfield 
Across the road 
And but for the clouds now, 
I may watch how heaven changes
Into the western 
Morning. 

I think
If I am wakeful, I'll see
Her slip away as sun comes up,
That slip of light 
Abiding. 

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