She opens her eyes at five twenty-five am –
It is there, just outside her bedroom window –
A crescent moon appearing low in the early
Morning sky.
She marvels at its beauty, wondering how
Many times it has made its appearance in
The very same spot -
Yet, went unnoticed.
With her gaze still fixed on the moon,
She peacefully drifts back to sleep –
A slight smile on her face -
Dreaming of signs and omens.
nice expression of thought...Dawn
Art Sun...
We can see so much of ourselves in this portrait.
Axilea
Be always safe,
Karen
I got caught up in the serenity of the poem. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Christine
Fee
touch your moon. I feel much the same way about looking up in early evening and spotting bright Venus. Gene.
Cryssa
Ted
Many times it has made its appearance in
The very same spot -
Yet, went unnoticed.
Many, many times, by far too many, and what a truly wondrous sight it is.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Sandie May :o)