A spindle of spontaneous notions

exulansis

I'm unable to describe
the beauty
I saw
the night
before.

To put into words
the bewitching
sight of
the moon
so ivory.

The new moon,
begotten by the old (and yet still the same)
with a sheen
so demure.

Its chaste illuminance
scattered
onto the
lone branches of
sturdy trees.

The glittering city lights
seemed so dim,
yet the crescent up in the dark sky
was sharply glinting
the reflection of the sun's incandescence.