The Night the Moon Fell

The night moon bows to sheer degree Passing through an arching tree Branches together shape a breach Form a portico - it to reach A precisely finished border Drifted in natural order Light bulb sans elongated stem An hourglass made to diadem I had been waiting for hours The night too for its fine flowers And for the essence each distends Natural stage the arch portends Lilac scent and other delights Often touch on soft breezy nights Their creation so appeasing Affect comfortably pleasing Never to see I must append When next falls’ moon makes its bend The trees swell in each later year Cede consent to natural veer Never there be a midnight call The night the moon made this grand fall Sit out no matter what they say Watch and smell the revered archway