the solar tides still weakly ebbed
on the day of the Lunar Menopause.
the Earth still turned and brighter shone the stars overhead.

she eschewed terrestrial orbit and
her subtle egress into milky pastures beyond
left synodic months measured now only for sentiment.

birds and bees among the first to
perish. A wave of melancholy with
no clear source as seasons shifted and mother nature wept.

her isotonic tears crashing and cursing,
the land of her children overcome as
freedom found and marriage annulled. Then the end.

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Great sounds of nature in word choice!

Nicely threaded, Daniel!

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Thanks DL and AutoPirate :)  Appreciate the kind comments.

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