Brian Baumgarn Poet Free verse

Sage Moon

Late the night
and silent. A
blue-white slice of
August's last quarter
moon shines clear,
and glides silently the arc
of its celestial
course, alone.

It shares, like a mirror,
only frail, reflective light.
Provoking questions
without ceding answers.
Drifting, distant, and aloof.
Ages old sage or
nocturnal jester?
Men and time
consider your
purpose and are
eternally answered
with your 
face's silent
"ooooooooooooooooo."

                Sage Moon
                8-7-15

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Richard Lamoureux October 7, 2015 at 9:46 AM Beautiful with a tinge of sad. Thanks for the thoughtful visits and comments Brian. Brian Baumgarn October 8, 2015 at 1:37 AM This time of year the moon takes on its own personality and I love that part of working overnights. Looking out on the group home porch and viewing the man in the moon. Thanks, again, Richard.

Andrea Dietrich October 5, 2015 at 6:17 PM I love this one. So descriptive! Brian Baumgarn October 5, 2015 at 11:01 PM Thanks, so much, Andrea for reading and commenting. I work nights, I get to see the moon alot!!