The day burrowed
under its warm blanket &
I too was wrapped and waiting.
Slowly its glow peaked
over the river thru clouds
as a child playing hide and seek.
Its hue of peach
transformed jagged ice
into shimmering crystals.
As it rose higher
its hue slowly lost
becoming whiter then the snow.
Blinding brilliance
shone upon the landscape
creating shadows naught seen in a year.
The Frosty Full Moon
illuminates the night
while I settle watching no longer waiting.
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I shall throw an extra blanket on tonight..:)
ReplyDeleteThat's very beautiful, Pond Dweller :) Moody...
ReplyDeleteHi Cheryl, I loved it. Waiting each day for the sun to rise is something I do every single day of the year, it is exciting every time, with *blinding brilliance*. You have captured the feeling perfectly.
ReplyDeleteFrances
Strike that, I was speaking of the moon metaphorically, full moon like the sun.....sheeeesh
ReplyDeleteFrances
Some great lines. Especially like: 'Blinding brilliance...' - what a beauty! I'll def pop back in. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeletewas a chilly night confused and now it rains :(
ReplyDeletethank you Braja, the moon was gorgeous !
happy you enjoyed it Frances, I'm a sky watcher from way back :)
welcome to The Pond Cath, I'm enjoying your writing as well
Cheryl
A wonderful word picture Cheryl ...
ReplyDeleteCheers
June in Oz
Merci June :)
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