The Lux Paradox
The mysterious times and seasons The changing light is this the reason? A harvest moon giving light for work to be done White light the usual reflection of the night sun Flowing light from orange’s to red’s some words disappear when moonlit read Gathering up all red’s is the harvest light Even the rose looks grey and dead by night Stranger still is the mysterious hue Where does it come from the Blue? * * Note, Strange Moonlight- NASA science
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
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