Clair De Lune
Half-past dusk, and I am seated on a low wall,
the custodian of the garden my Mother made.
Two of the primary colours rest awhile,
but blue is still busy.
There is a stillness,
punctuated by furtive shadows.
Above, silent, like a parent standing over a sleeping child,
the moon keeps watch.
So distant, yet almost touchable.
The Sun may be gone but I will see it again soon,
and in the meantime it consoles me with the gift of reflection.
Just like my Mother.
Her spirit is in this place, and I am not alone.
5th August 2018
For contest 'Clair de Lune', sponsor Craig Cornish
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