Moon's Rise, Man's Fall
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From my "Old Meditator" series.
Reflecting from the Now on the Then...
A colorless sunrise,
this moon...tonight.
Nothing she has to
forget. Nothing to ready
for.
There behind the swamp's
trees. Soon to fall -
from rot
from age
from beetle
from beaver
from wind.
Still, though
she rises where
all will fall.
Her borrowed light
brightening my
darker, later
days.
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2017
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