Changing Tides Poem by Patty Rose

Full moon rising
plays upon my mind
to a tidal extreme
of the negative kind

White upon black
deepens the shadows
no evil does good lack
its height reflects the low

Now has the season past
from the colorful harvest time
in a fallen sky sun now cast
during this season of riddle and rhyme

Black upon white
dims the brightness of the moon
to reflect on the night
bringing light to the doom

Full moon falling
releases my mind
to a tidal extreme
of the positive kind