Friday, September 4, 2009

The Gibbous Moon

The gibbous Moon peeps through confining slats
as black clouds, white-edged, slide silently across her face.
Her mystery increased by this concealment,
she knows the cloud to be ephemeral, while her face lasts
and will in time shine full upon the naked Earth
as is her wont for at least four billion years.
She is the mistress of the tides, where ever sea meets shore
and though the puissant Sun rules all, she too plays her part
in shaping a world of blue and green and brown and white
so different from her dead surface with its scars and wounds,
that looms unchanging in our skies with its dreadful face
that warns us we must never let it happen here.

© MM 11.7.2009

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