Sunday, 6 November 2011

nine day old moon

brightness attracted me
looking outside
gibbous moon
just nine days old
a brilliant light
beyond our world
nothing obscures
 in a sky that is empty

cloud cover arrives
from nowhere
light quickly extinguished
darkest of dark
 such intensity
so thick
depth impenetrable
acute was the silence

the valley was buried
not a house
no tree anywhere
then
a light from a cottage
far down below
the big white house on the top
a window lit up

quietly the world
went to sleep

 brightness returned
when midnight was history
the moon unassuming yet noble
stars as its playmates
no-one to acknowledge
the beauty above

(night 3rd/4th November 2011)

4 comments:

Lady Mondegreen's Secret Garden said...

I read your moon poem with the rising sun streaming through my window; I have to read your words with my head cocked against sunbeams, not moonbeams. You night owl, you :-)

the cuby poet said...

Lady M.:Sunbeams, moonbeams they all have a little magic.:)

CherryPie said...

A lovely picture of the moon :-)

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie;Thanks.