Blue Moon Rising

Shreds of blue-gray clouds are parting;

slipping through the veil, a glimmer.

Peeping toads and fireflies starting,

minnows on the surface darting;

indigo of day grows dimmer.

Through the mist of evening's sighing,

draped in ink-stained, mossy fingers,

stand the silent trees, untying

veins of violet skylight, dying

where her benediction lingers.

With her luminescent rising,

day departs, inconstant keeper.

Swaying softly, mesmerizing,

dusk descends as tantalizing

tableau folds and furrows deeper.

Moon ascends with heaven's heaving.

Lake's reflection spills her graces,

lucent path to light her leaving—

wispy blues of twilight weaving

threads of night with star-strewn spaces. 

© 2018 Katharine L. Sparrow