moonshine lights our way
with a ghostly silver sheen
making night as day
casting a calm coolness
over all we view
it is silently still
for the world sleeps
draped in its shroud
no ghouls about
only the odd owl
or a cricket call
while dreams unfurl
peace blankets all
yet inside some crawl
toiling at their chore
while most slumber
our emergency and
injecting rooms escalate
some feel safer
with the world asleep
at one with moonlight
such a beautiful and vivid description of the moonlight. Loved reading it
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just covered my skylight as insulation from the summer sun and already missing my night gazing 🙂
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Such a lovely, serene image you have created, Kate. Love this. ❤️
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perfectly described the month of October! love it!
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Fabulous poem.
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Beautiful poem about moonlight, Kate . You express very well what we feel when we stand below a sky where the moonlight plays with the clouds . All is mysterious .
Love ❤
Michel
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yes and also very inspiring .
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Spectacular photo and poem, SweetKate!
I am akin to the moon! Cooper and I always take a late night walk and/or a very early morning walk (pre-sun) so we can gaze at the moon…commune and meditate. What you described about how it makes us feel is so true.
(((HUGS)))
🌝 🌜 🌛 (Moon faces! 🙂 )
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as a child my nephew could find the moon in a moment even in broad daylight … he had a total affinity. Bet you and Coop enjoy your walks and contemplation … I enjoy thinkg about you doing them 🙂
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Beautiful imaginary poem, Kate and so nice to sleep peacefully with the moonlight that falls all over basking us in her arms. Lovely.
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I love the moonlight, and this poem made me love it even more!
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I feel the warmth just by reading your poem Kate.
Hope you are doing good.
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Lyrical, Kate. Thrilling words that quicken the pulse gently with a delightful twinge of anticipation.
Similar to the moonlight they celebrate.
Everything swaddled in soft gauze, with just enough darkness to deepen the intrigue. Wonder exalts and imagination savors the thrill.
Though I’m a “sunlight”person, generally speaking. poems like yours remind of the seduction Night offers.
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I love the moon..and night. Always peaceful looking at the night sky. 😉
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I think the world must be safer with us all asleep…
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The moon seems like a magic orb. And yet as you state some work while most of us sleep.
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yes I think it’s important to acknowledge those who do the midnight shifts!
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