New Moon Poem by Barry Middleton

New Moon



the sliver of new moon
is rising from the trees

the moon of lost love
rests within its arms

this dim glow brings hope
if only in its promise

the gift of light will grow
with time and destiny

then moonlit night returns
as lovers test the spell

life and love are waiting
as stars ascend the sky

the hush is palpable
I pause to breathe a sigh

New Moon
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: light,love,moon
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