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 )