The Beautiful Sky
Earth shades most of the moon’s pale face.
Stars stud the dark: ancient gems in their place.
I am staring and wondering – Why?
Why is there such a beautiful sky?
Beneath cool air on this feathered night,
far-lights travel to my eyes: I stare -
and I’m wondering – Why?
Why is there such a beautiful sky?
Copyright © Jeanette Swan | Year Posted 2023
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