What if the Moon could speak
and tell the tale of what She sees.
Of Her Daily survey
Staring in misbelief at the beautiful blues and greens and browns
and the shimmering thin streams of red.
With envy thinking what if it were She
The whites and grays and blacks that seem to flow
and mingle into the blues and greens.
The whites never to appear again
only shrink smaller each day.
Moon dust, She wonders.
What does She think of the greens
that are mysteriously covered by
orange and gray veils then turn into browns and blacks
right before Her eyes.
What if She could speak
The Moon, innocent and without,
stares with envy at what She sees.
DSS
Celebrate the change of seasons. Welcome our Equinox of Fall.
Do you Feel it?
DistantShipSmoke 