The Locket
It has rained all night
and here in this pause
the morning takes breath
beneath a clear sky.
It will not last long
as already thick clouds
are creeping in
from the south,
their dark loads sagging
with wet weight.
I too take breath
in this brief pause,
look up to see a pale moon
caught in daylight
and framed within
a tiny patch of blue.
It seems like a faded
photograph of a loved one
lit by a moment
before being resealed
inside a locket.
( For Lin Lane fellow lover of the moon )
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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