The silver moon.

light filters through the clouds,

there is something imperceptible

lurking behind their white puffiness,

as I peer through the dark branches of the tree,

slowly as the clouds form and break,

moving towards the horizon,

I see first the dark ghostings

of the dark areas of the moon,

and then huge, but silver,

the near full moon glides

effortlessly in the other direction;

and I am staggered at its beauty,

in the slow movement towards

rain and life.



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