Moon Is My Muse
La Luna’s sneaking through the sky tonight;
I bet she thinks her creamy sheen is hid
by clouds of grey, but now and then her light
becomes exposed. Just who’s she trying to kid?
She slowly slides behind nocturnal haze;
I see a slice of her as she creeps by.
Perhaps this is another lunar phase,
one in which she’s showing us she’s sly.
That Luna is mysterious we know,
but also she’s a muse for those who woo.
So why does she withhold a steady glow,
and what’s an ardent suitor going to do?
He tells his love, “The moon shines full tonight.”
They gaze up at her face; she drifts from sight!
3/1/13 for Russell Sivey's Moon is my Muse Poetry Contest