The moon this morning hung like a bulb
She hung in purple dawn
And though I crept through traffic thick
To her my eyes were drawn
No scars were there that I perceived
Nor pits, nor jaded face
Just one bright light whose majesty
Hung there in utter grace
-JWM
I love a moon in the morning. There is something quite magical to see a moon big and bright and round at breaking dawn. Good morning, Moon!
No comments:
Post a Comment