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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