Kenneth R. Merrill Poet Imagism

When the Moon Rose Full

By the light of a rising moon
Did I once fall in love.
I believe it was the month of June 
When the moon rose full above.

And I recall the summertime,
The waft of jasmine sweet—
As we drank of wine, and vintage rhyme,
The cool grass at our feet.

Even now I dread the sunrise;
That early break of day—
The hint of light I still despise
That swept the moon away!

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Caren Krutsinger July 6, 2019 at 5:33 AM Dreading the sunrise because the moon leaves; this is so true some days! Lovely. Kenneth R. Merrill July 6, 2019 at 1:20 PM Hi Caren! I didn’t have to call upon empathy for this one. No, as I recall, the sun rather rudely intruded, ending what had been an enchanting night. And for it, the sun has yet to make amends!

Jan Allison July 4, 2019 at 5:48 AM what a beautiful romantic moonlight poem ... the sun may rise but the moonlight will follow:-) hugs Jan xx Kenneth R. Merrill July 4, 2019 at 2:21 PM Thank you, Jan. Thank you for the read and the kind comment :)

Caren Krutsinger June 26, 2019 at 8:09 PM Kenneth, your imagery was nice, and your sentiment of love for the moon lovely. Welcome to Poetry Soup! Kenneth R. Merrill June 26, 2019 at 11:48 PM Thank you, Caren. I appreciate the welcome and kind words.