April 3, 2026, A short, basic poem tonight as I stare out my window at the moon.
Lady Moon
The moon so high
In the sky
I wonder why
They call it a guy.
To me the pale, soft
light
Relaxes everything
that is tight
In gentle arms I rest
Like a mother’s safe, warm nest
She sings to me her lullaby
“Goodnight, goodnight,”
she sighs, “goodnight.”
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