moon, Nature, Poetry

Moon Magic

Leah Chrestien 


When the evening sky is stained with red, 
and the sun disappears behind the clouds, 
drawing her chariot across the eastern sky 
glints an opaque moon in a pearly shroud. 

Her sidereal companions twinkle bright,
scintillating across the boundless skies;
pale palpable mist hangs low tonight, 
it swerves and shifts and clouds my eyes.

The night sky is flushed with silvery white
from the soft gleams of a gibbous moon; 
a mild wind breezes the moonlit shore 
as it rustles past trees in whistling tunes. 

When yellowish mists hover over the moon, 
dimming the halo of its clear white light, 
no moonbeams sparkle on the drowsy lake, 
the western shores are hidden from sight. 

Then night winds part the sailing clouds
and moon-bursts come streaming through,
the moonstruck waves are sapphire white, 
the surrounding ripples are deep dark blue. 

The cosmic interplay of light and shade 
stages and performs a stupendous show;
sweet dreams close my awe-struck eyes, 
drowning the senses in mindful placebo.
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© Copyright: Leah Chrestien. December 2023.  The post ‘Moon Magic’ first appeared on The Ecstatic Storyteller. The author reserves the right to the content. No reproduction of content in any form is permitted without the prior consent of the author.

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Published by Leah Chrestien

I'm a data scientist currently working for IDC and living in Prague. In my free time, I enjoy travelling, photography, hiking, theatre and literature.

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