The Moon

A Poem By Tahlia Grant // 3/26/2010

The moon's soft glow falls on the ground

As the clouds gather to extinguish it's light

The silver lamp shines as the dark gathers 'round

To quiet the beauty of the slow-drifting night

The clouds envelope the diadem

Of radiant blue rock

But the beam plays patterns on the hem

While in the haze it's locked

But the dark cannot hold it in

And so gives up and floats away

While the faithful moon, of the old

Lights the earth the ancient way

Comments

impressive..

   Wow..very descriptive. This is a pretty amazing poem. NICE job!!! :) :D

Jackie West | Mon, 03/29/2010

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