Grandmother Moon
The ancient moon rises high each night
Ever changing are her phases
Rotating around us in endless flight
Guardian of when and how the tide raises
Nourishing us with her celestial light
Gladly shining down upon our gazes.
4/22/2020
Copyright © Mary Taylor | Year Posted 2020
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