Venus and the Crescent Moon

A cool waxen peel of light,
kissed gently upon the sky,
A greenish nymph calls from night,
and waits for the moon’s reply,

Earthshine gives her ghostly glow,
to the crescent moon’s remains;
night permits the sprite to show,
a bright dot of cottoned grain.

Play the night the bodies do,
each chasing the Milky Way,
joy and hope they do imbue,
armor for our coming day.

 

Venus goes fast through the night,
while asking the moon to stay;
She knows their place in our sight,
and winks as she fades away.

Things in the sky have a life,
and great guidance to bestow,
a flash reprieve from our strife,
’tis a better path they show.

Watch the night on special eves,
and see this for yourself,
beyond the boughs full of leaves,
moon slice awaits impish elf.

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Such a magical piece. Here you have captured the true essence of the evening and the wondrous lights of the midnight sky. Thank you. Delightful and fun read.
Light,
Siddartha

[Helena]

Very beautiful write Michael. Enchanting and well penned. I can't really pick my favorite
stanza as they are all excellent. I loved this! (My kind of poetry!)

~ Helena ~

[Constance]

Well, the word 'tis certainly fits better in this one. ;)
This is an excellent poem. I can see a vivid picture painted here, of a moonlit sky, so many colors... and then Venus, your impish elf. It plays with the emotions since the picture is so lucid.

[Deborah Shepard]

essence be the reader travels in ethereal

sheer beauty love and light