Seasoning Moon.
This day the sun was blaring bright,
The children giggling away.
As time passes, a vibrantly dull light takes over the night sky.
This day there are many colours about,
Falling down to fall asleep.
Later on the dark night shows a light.
This day a blanket of white settles.
Among the cold breeze, families come together to share the warmth.
The night comes much earlier; at times the moon twinkles.
This day the greenness is returning,
No one is sleeping, rather they are enjoying the calm warm.
The vibrant light slowly gets stronger for the midnight lovers.
Time passes, this becomes a cycle: the changing seasons.
Yet the moonlight seems so constant. Not so bright, but lively every season.
Even in change, something unchanging will comfort you in the dark.
Just like the moon.
The children giggling away.
As time passes, a vibrantly dull light takes over the night sky.
This day there are many colours about,
Falling down to fall asleep.
Later on the dark night shows a light.
This day a blanket of white settles.
Among the cold breeze, families come together to share the warmth.
The night comes much earlier; at times the moon twinkles.
This day the greenness is returning,
No one is sleeping, rather they are enjoying the calm warm.
The vibrant light slowly gets stronger for the midnight lovers.
Time passes, this becomes a cycle: the changing seasons.
Yet the moonlight seems so constant. Not so bright, but lively every season.
Even in change, something unchanging will comfort you in the dark.
Just like the moon.
♠ ♠ ♠
This poem I did for the East York CI Anthology Writes Of Spring 2011.I did it this way, because it was something that felt comforting at the time, you see when i look at the moon, i can see someone on it, their face, cause they are beautiful equally to the moon, and at times it pains me, but you know they've always been there for my dark times, ever since I knew them, even behind the clouds. Just like the moon.