A Sunset MoonA Poem by Eric VienneauA sight I love to see, and appreciate.
The summer air is dense
Hazy between me and the sun, the phosphenes dance like colliding planets when I squint, But it is clearing quick. Clearing as the sun sets and the moon rises, the air is light now, Absorbed into the cooling soil, and animals begin to sniff the brush. Remnants of the day still linger in the taste of the breeze. The darkness is covering half of the sky, fading slowly into blue, a fading blue. stars dust the darkness, where the small moons white, crystal shine meets the suns peach orange light. Forming into one, day and night, the sun reflecting itself. The sky is cut down the middle now, blue on one side, black on the other. No clouds drift by, no cloud dare interupt, no bird dare fly by, no person dare look. When such a magnificent sight is occuring above their heads they walk languidly, Not noticing, staring at the pebble dusted sidewalks with sullen eyes, if only they looked, They do not look. Do not notice, The colliding skies. Night and day. The moon and the sun. A setting sun, The moon watching it quietly. A Sunset Moon. © 2016 Eric VienneauReviews
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