A Sliver of Silver
Gently falling from
The midnight sky
A sliver of silver
Dropped into
My palm,
It began to slowly melt
Into a little silver pool
Caressing
Each fold,
Each crease,
Quiescent in quietude,
Coalescing
With the warmth
Of my hand;
There it rested.
A smile
Lit up my face
In gratitude
For this small
Gift of the Moon.
Copyright © Paul Holmes | Year Posted 2014
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