just some playful musings on that orb out there


November Moon


there is a moon outside my window
and her first name is November
streaking the sky
as she holds my eye
and I wonder what I can offer

can I give her the truth
of my sad lonely youth
will she take it
if I say it is yours
will she guide me away
from the fears that I pray
have kept me
from heart's open door

if I follow her through
till the dawn is anew
will she set
and then let me believe
in the hope that she gave
to this young lonely knave
of her hand
and to no longer grieve





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Written on 2009-11-01 at 14:01

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Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
A very beautiful poem!
2009-11-01



The moon does seem especially ethereal and stark in autumn (assuming you live somewhere where November is autumn, like here in the U.S.). The harvest moon, I think they call it. I enjoyed your poem, both its form and content.
2009-11-01