Love Of Moonlight Poem by David Whalen

Moonlight soft as down filled pillows
Cool as spring water washing over my face

filtered through the nets of weeping willows
Scattered beams… through prisms of lace

Rays of radiance, round ruffs and edges
Of clouds that scurry, to keep apace

Puddles of buttermilk, on ground and hedges
Moonlight phantasms of lunar grace

moon glow… with halo, aura of gold
Light worshipped by werewolves and covens of witches

Both bane and blessing…in lore of old
Light that has no need of man or of switches

Light that can be reaped from fall’s harvest moon
Light to be enjoyed by moonstruck lover

Light that has music, like a happy… or blue tune
Moon light is unique…quite unlike any other

Moonlight’s a mystery, yet I love it so
Moonlight has the power to charm and delight

while some people scoff, at moon’s golden glow
Others… like me, are swept up at it’s sight