Best Seasonsmoon Poems
An orange moon lit up the sky
And spread it's heavenly glow
It shone on a landscape cold with grief
And newly fallen snow
'What's this? the moon in horror gasped
Mother Nature you must be wrong
The maples still are red and gold
We still sing Autumn's song
Call out the sun and melt that stuff
It's barely Halloween
December's moon has yet to shine
And Christmas to be seen!'
The moon waxes beneath
the sleepy shadow
of its own halo.
By the mirror lake
a lucid lunatic
waxes poetic.
There he listens and
sways to the tempo
and rhythm that go
with the tune of colors,
tints and hues
of the lunar rainbow.
These he alone sees
and hears in the night
with deepest delight.
He grins at the moon and
wakeful hours he can't keep,
crawls back to sleep!