Saturday, December 5, 2015

Beatitude



tramping clouds,
driven by cold, winter winds
scuttle over rolling
low delta hills,
casting moon-shadows,
impasto over dark grass
and glittering waters;

but high above
the tormented Earth,
beyond the passionate chaos
of cloud and wind,

the bloodless moon sheds
pure light
into black space,
and, enraptured,
gazes
on the unseen sun.

(24 March 2014)

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