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by tkbrown
Rays of light beam down; a moon in full bloom is a nocturnal flower on a high traverse removing the doldrums and gloom with its bright round light emitting a sigh. The brightest bloom on terrestrial earth soars eloquently protected 'midst clouds drifting, fore and aft, a royal sheathe-- steadfast, migrating shields and shrouds. Any flower on earth could ne'er compare with the yen to reach up and pluck it down, put it in a vase filled with baby's breath with a white diamond encircling crown-- a luminescent, winking, twinkling wreath: breathtaking, romantic embodiment of an everlasting promise to vent angelic purity of loving scent. Orbiting the earth, seemingly so close, lighting the world with poetic diffuse bursting from within, an enraptured dose with the power to soften old man Zeus-- or the wise old God watching from on high. Gifting us unrivaled, rapturous views enriched with delight dispensed from the sky, orchestrating romance--old Cupid's ruse. Both the young and the old can appreciate the memo encased within such vision-- that meteor shower for which we wait, composing its meter with such precision. Oh, beautiful sight, the moon in full bloom, a romantic touch to lighten the gloom adds a bit of stardust sheen to the room. Even the farmer reaps much benefit; with the heavenly light perched on high some bring in the harvest by night with it then rake in the profits with a sigh. A dance on the beach, with its ebb and flow causing waters to bunch 'neath strength of pull, moving away releases, lets them go as slow, smooth waltz invites a soaring gull. Even humans exhibit changes of mood; as its face shines bigger and brighter still heaviness causes some to droop and brood, and nothing seems enough to fill the bill. Take care not to let it become your god or dictate the paths your feet may have trod; let it serve as a guide for tilling sod. The Man in the Moon watches all we do with his face quite clear on the brightest nights but hardly seen when obscured from our view by the waning mode or storms in our sights. As it waxes luminescent--moves close, full and bright, visibility improves-- and hidden angles bid all adios, while sharp, concise outlines of surface grooves are revealed for those needing to know when to plant crops producing above the ground or best times to start those root crops again-- when to lay fallow, when to switch crops 'round. The moon blooms for us up high in the sky to give a growth guide for planting, and why some days produce better roots to live by.
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Photo Above: Posted by permission granted from Silas Jackson South.
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by tkbrown 