Monday, January 25, 2016

Monday WRites 45

a Joe Rao, image

The moon is a luminous creature
She calls you away from twinkling stars
She is so much like a silent preacher
Telling telling of ways divine
Here, no blizzards blow for this luminous creature
Silent and watchful, today she is round
Slowly she'll etch herself, to a sickle feature
Or morph into shadowy moods as she pleases
Ah, but we know her wiles, we know her nature
We chart manipulations of, her waxing, her waning
We watch closely this luminous creature
MOON © gillena cox 2016

See the Full Moon Names of 2016

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #45, ❧✿❧ Today's moon poem is a Fold ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites