BIG BIG MOON
This January, Moon grew big big, and round
As great sky held her tenderly, securely.
So surely she would not fall to the ground,
Like a yellow fruit, heavy and laden with flavour.
Yes, every so silently she grew, big big, and round
Birds sang to her, their sweetest thrills.
She sleeping by day, was no where to be found
Oceans knowing, swirled like frenzied worshippers,
While manic humans swayed to Siren sound
Ofttimes a moon crop is ever so special
Watchers whisper, she grew big big, and round
BIG BIG MOON © gillena cox 2019
Copy this code, pin my button to your blog"To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work" Poetess - Mary Jane Oliver( September 10th 1935 - January 17th 2019)
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