Moon shines in blue gray sky
a bit lopsided fuzzy white
reflects on my slanted blinds
I love the moon
Now she shines in a black sky
she ascends like a helium balloon
a wink and a smile back at earth
I love the moon
I loved lying on hill tops
dark sky so many stars
it scared me, the possibilities
city lights eliminate stars
Moon shines in black sky
higher and higher she soon
disappears
I am the moon
I like this:
ReplyDelete"a bit lopsided fuzzy white
reflects on my slanted blinds"
Love your moon!
ReplyDeleteI like this, Willow; and the ending intrigued me. So many people are so 'into' the moon. Makes me wonder somethem. imes why I am not one of t
ReplyDeletevery nice poem, the moon is soothing
ReplyDeletethis poem is a beauty, makes me want to wait for the
ReplyDeletemoon somewhere on a hilltop.
Beautiful moon, beautiful poem, and beautiful You, Willow.
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