Clearing

Moon is shy,hiding behind the hazeof ash-coloured cloud.Watch with anticipationas the fog clears,every few minutes,to let Moontake centre stagein momentary boldness once again—like a spectatorno longer content with the sideline. Sometimes brave,sometimes meek,always there—unhurried and content. The clouds eventually give wayto yield to Moon in reverence,and there she stands:no veil, no shroud. I imagine if […]

Clearing

Reblog: A moving and beautiful poem.