Breathless below a moon that hovered
inside a silver halo.
Full and perfectly round.
It was beautiful and distant
and then it slipped away
behind the smoke like
grey wool clouds.
The dark came back and it settled
in heavily again,
dark in the wintertime.
The clouds drifted again
floating on the slight breeze,
the moon hovered inside a
silver halo,
full and perfectly round,
and then dark returned.
The moon hovered inside a
silver halo, full and perfectly round.
It was beautiful and distant.
Soft cold rain sprinkled in my face,
and then the caress of a light, silken brush
of warmth.
The dawn light appeared
and slowly began to spread
across the sky.
It had a halo like the moon
but it's halo was golden.
October 2016
Chatham Valley
