William Coyne Poet Rhyme

Moon Gold

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For a moment the world shines brighter
as clouds clear the sky for the moon.
Harvested fields burnish brown with gold,
and the dish runs away with the spoon.*

The view wears a dimming reminder,
of cherished life that passes our way,
shadows of gold, and promises
of hard work for a better day.

And just as soon as easy coming,
the moonlight takes to quietly leave
gold for chosen ones in the dark,
"Patiently await the dawn, or grieve."


* from the children's rhyme Hey Diddle Diddle, the cat and the fiddle . . . .

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