Blog-Prose-The Beckoning Moon
The Beckoning Moon
A day’s work comes to a close.
Driving down the highway, homeward bound,
Feeling content, peaceful, and high.
The softly lit full moon, fringed with a fuzzy glow,
Lies against a blanket of puffy little clouds.
Tiny lightening bolts toss pink and yellow streaks across the sky,
Flashes of color decorate the tranquil masterpiece.
The shadowy outline of the trees draws lacy curtains over the moon.
The sweet fragrance of my perfume.
Gentle sounds of jazz fills my ears.
Winding around the curves,
Rolling up and down the hills,
Absorbed with nature’s expansive beauty,
Wishing you were here beside me
To share my joy and feel the beauty of this moment.
Benita A. Esposito, M.A.
9/14/81
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