Crescent Moon
On this October afternoon
Very soon the crescent moon,
dips and disappears,
o’er the west horizon,
as the starlight night appears.
The country air is so rare,
it takes our breath away,
time stands still on the hill,
here at nature’s gateway.
The smell of eucalyptus,
wood smoke in the air,
the night bird warbles softly,
the atmosphere is rare.
Synthetic separation,
no calculated costs,
cool air and the crescent moon,
and early morning frosts.
Everything is simplified,
nature has her way,
far away from city lights,
disturbance and affray.
It’s something close to sacred,
an orison and prayer,
pondering on preponderance,
with hope and not a care.
Happiness is having,
sight and smell and taste,
being in good company,
minds that are interlaced.
It dips and falls and disappears,
the crescent moons in tune,
with the music of the world,
on this October afternoon.
Like two birds we have heard
the air is rarefied,
and fly right past the crescent moon
to the other side.
©
David Rudder
3rd October 2020
Thanks for reading.
