Ruffled By the Moon
Ebony inks the emptiness of space
highlighting the stars that adorn the Night.
And as Luna rises to take her place,
daylight and darkness morph into twilight;
as the moon and sun seemingly embrace.
Dusk dons a sequined ethereal shawl,
as distant stars twinkle in the darkness.
And the sound of a chirping cricket's call,
breaks the silence imposed by mute starkness;
its lone serenade, heralding nightfall.
Shadows surrender their shape to the Night;
like rippling ribbons ruffled by the moon.
And playing hide and seek with Luna's light;
they get haphazardly scattered and strewn,
stretching and shrinking in and out of sight.
Dawn's first light pierces the Night's ebon heart,
thrusting through its impenetrable shield.
And fragmented silhouettes fall apart
as darkness capitulates, forced to yield
to the sun as a new day gets its start.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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