The moon

Did you know you’re smaller than Saturn and Jupiter?

But you wouldn’t know it tonight as you rise

Painted by clouds floating by

Your face is partially obscured by the earth

Her darkness on your visage

Your light hits the water and creates streaks of gold mirroring your golden harvest colours

This is the part of the month where you slip into the night as your face disappears behind the great mother

But I cherish those times when you visit

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