Moon magic

This morning we woke to a beautiful sky. In my six o’clock state I barely registered it before going back to sleep, but husband was inspired enough to take a pic. Not brilliant because it’s a rubbish camera, but the sky really was hazy like that, and the moon really did shine yellow with light reflected from the sun.

In the calm of early morning
When the sky’s suffused with mellow golden light
The sun is barely over the world’s rim
And the earth retains the memory of the night.
Turning slowly from the clinging dark
The earth rolls and draws across the lightening sky
A yellow moon as bright as a winter sun
That shines onto the bed where I still lie.
If only I could hold it in my heart
The subtle magic that transforms this urban scene
Pouring soothing silver over every wound
As if the years of pain had never been.