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October Moon

Half moon clinging to

early morning light,

translucent and fragile against

blue sky.

A silent watcher from above,

watching over man

and beast.

His night time duty finished

he lingers, as if waiting

for further orders,

perhaps he is hanging back to see

if this mad world is any

different in broad daylight.

Finding no sense, no rhyme,

no reason,

he resumes his decline.

Helped by Earth's

spinning axis, he sinks

behind the trees, the hills,

and the horizon to

another hemisphere,

leaving us to our

madness,

and the blazing Sun.

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Comment by Dermott Ryder on June 17, 2012 at 16:05: William…

Your October Moon brings back to me a few lines from the Alfred Noyes epic: The Highwayman…

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
the road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
and the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding—
the highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

Thanks for the memory…

Regards

DR