Thursday, November 25, 2010

Rain Moon

Wan, wispy moon,
shredded with ragged leaves--
the coming rain
could not shade the earth
with more obscurity
than that now untouched
by your pale presence.

No Pied Piper to the stars are you,
no pervader of dreamless sleep.
Your unmoving, unheralded ascendancy
dissolves into darkness,
masking the indulgent countenance
that once encouraged lovers,
leaving relief from sterile stillness
to come only with the silent rain.


(c)Shirley Nesbit Sellers                          2008
published in The Poet's Domain, Vol 24
Live Wire Press, Charlottesville, VA

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