Saturday, 11 April 2020

The full moon

The full moon pulled me
out of sleep into wakefulness
called to me
to drink in her light, so fulsome
it cannot be missed
summoned me
out of bed into her attendance.

A silver orb so rich against a velvet sky
A golden orb with billowing
streams cloaking behind her
in the dawning sky.

Each bird sings a proclamation
to her magnificence.
May my words approximate
her beauty and splendour.
The moon orchestrates
our ebbs and flows
pulling me out of sleep
into wakefulness.
© 7 Apr 20

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