The Rising Moon Poem by Heather Z. Hanna

The Rising Moon



The rising moon in the puzzled sky, blushing,
Pale behind the cloud veil,
Peeking on Summer's evening,
Listening to humming crickets
As maple leaves gently sway
To the cadence of rising Southern heat,
The restless moon, senses,
The end of Summer soon.

(8.7.9 Hope)

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