Summer Eden Poetry Center: SONNET TO THE MOON

Thursday, September 13, 2012

by Dawn Pisturino

Somehow, I always miss the yellow moon

That shines somewhere at the end of summer.

I see the stars on their velvet bed, soon

To be lost to the milky-white winter,

But Moon, I only see thee in autumn,

When the air is sweet and pungent with Death.

Then my senses 'waken from their doldrum,

And I long to cling, with icy-white breath,

To thy big, round fullness frozen brightly

In the eastern sky. Then I want to touch

Thy silky-smooth face gazing down nightly;

I want to raise my open hands and clutch

The silvery-white glow falling softly,

Like a satin gown, all around thee.

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