New Moon Rising

New Moon Rising short poem

Photo by SkyFireXII

On the Eastern horizon, a deep gray cloud appears,
in the shape of a graceful swan.
A slivered harvest gold new moon is playing peek-a-boo High,
prevailing air currents keep “Swan Cloud” slowly moving
across the star studded sky-line.
“New Moon” is testing “Swan Cloud” with a game of tag.
Suddenly! a falling star creates a streak of radiant light
across the brow of “Swan Cloud.”
The harvest gold sliver of new-moon is a spectator.
The solemn witness of “Swan Cloud’s” crown of light.
The golden new moon is a friend of “Swan Cloud”.
Guided across heaven by the spirit of Nature.
This radiant new moon, clearly expressing itself
against the back drop of a star studded sky-line.
Slowly creating a message: “Swan Cloud” Thank you for creating
a silhouette as I merge in and out of your highly profound shadow.

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