Watching
The ancient slivered
white moon piece
hangs webbed,
Quite entangled
in the unyielding wintering
of maple's stark branching.
As watch watching does he watch,
that thin silvered white moon crescent,
seeing all from his high perch,
His ancient partner,
the weary beleaguered planet
Earth, slow-roasting
from green
to tan
to brown,
Barbequed by fellow traveler,
the well-respected
Mr. Sun.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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