The Hunters Moon

Trees blocked your rising last night
though I smiled at your reflection
in The Pond as you shone.

Early morn there you were
as I walked searching
still casting your glow over my sleepy town.

Clouds attempted to dimmish you
but as a warrior, a hunter
you held them off with your gleaming armour.

I give thanks to you for waiting up
so as your journey was long
a sweet good night I bid thee.