The Half-Moon On A Clear Crisp Night Poem by Ronald James de Langen

The Half-Moon On A Clear Crisp Night



The moon; god’s fingernail scrapes the canopy of stars.
The moon; half closed eyelid covers the dreams it spins.
The moon; dappled rays of silver dropped from on high.
The moon; cousin of distant light saught, not caught.

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