Perfect MoonA Poem by SongsungblueOne of two short poems written in the midst of a storm, March 2008.Perfect Moon a shallow, silver bowl - holding sky to gently cup.
Holy Moon, halo worn by speeding cloud.
While
the wind howls at our door wanting in to blow and spin our hair into knots of dark and light, red and gold and brown and gray.
But he is out, the wind tonight and left alone instead to whip and tangle trees, old leaves long gone - and new too young to be ripped away
by such a wild thing.
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Added on March 12, 2008 Last Updated on March 12, 2008 AuthorSongsungblueGalway, IrelandAboutI am a musician, writer, singer, songwriter, poet, and composer living and working in the West of Ireland :-) more..Writing
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