4/18/22
As the moon rises, I settle into bed
I barely have time to say, "Hello," before sleep takes me
My room is cold but I'm warm under my nest of blankets
I hope for the clear nights that let her shine bright
On those nights, her light shines through my window
Bathing me in her gentle glow
These nights I feel safe in her protective light
As morning comes and the sun makes its way over the horizon
I know as I awake, that I have very little time to see her again
The sun rises over the mountain and I give him my greeting
I look up into the sky, looking for the moon one last time
I say, "Thank you," just before she slips below the horizon to sleep
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Thoughts Collected
PoetryA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
