Full Moon
The moon was full
a bright yellow orange chandelier
lighting the walkways through the garden.
It rose slow along the eastern horizon
hours after the sun had set
as it shadowed the brilliant light.
Midnight found it on the cusp
as if noonday had reemerged
and all the world stood quiet in awe.
For a moment
brief as it was
not a sound protruded.
Quick as it rose higher
cloud cover moved in
and it was gone.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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