
So,it is hardly surprising that I would come to write a poem about the moon. When we have recurring ideas or thoughts, sooner or later, we feel an urge to capture those thoughts in writing.
Last night, the moon once again made itself known to me and today these words emerged in my notebook before landing here.
The Moon And Me
The moon seems bright
In the sky tonight.
It glows like a child's smile.
I witnessed its great majesty close to midnight
when I took my dog out for her end of evening snuffle and wander.
In all honesty,
I should have lingered longer.
-And paid the moon its due attention.
But for me and the moon,
It is an enduring relationship of fleeting admiration.
Its always been like that
for the moon and me.
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