Summer Moon
Summer Moom
Soft purple velvet darkness falls,
Undulating evening sounds call,
Mist builds waves on dew laden air,
Moss sways in trees like maiden's hair;
Enchanting! Expectantly I
Raise hungry eyes to feed on sky.
Magnificent, she rises there
Over the tree tops; earth, stopping, stares...
Opal lover, June's summer moon,
Night cannot resist, dazzled, swoons.
© June 15, 2014, Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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