A Quiet Walk

A quiet walk among the trees, summer scents on the evening breeze, a night time world alive with nature’s song. Far above the peaceful scene the moon makes its nightly rounds strolling closer to the sun. Inching up and inching down. Earthly eyes behold the spinning orb in an orbit all her own. I know what I see. An icy world of tranquility. Battered ground where light abounds. Another world lifeless and still. From the beginning an ever changing face yet still the same. The human race has felt its draw and rushed to obey its subtle call. Our light. Our security. She remains the queen of the night sometimes dark and sometimes light. She rules the tides and shakes the earth driving us mad with her powerful stare. She is a law unto herself yet still ruled by earth’s allure. She is the source of lover’s poems and lover’s songs, lover’s hope and lover’s charm. Ever adorned in cosmic rays she is Winter’s fire and Spring’s grace. Summer’s swoon and Autumn’s lace. Into space I go each night to bask in the moon’s lunar delights. A quiet walk among the trees. Summer scents on the evening breeze.