Thursday, October 26, 2017

The green lantern


The face returns, a profile on the moon.
The serious brow exudes envy in its October glow.
The heat lifts its chain mail exterior,
unarmed now
the fight subdues, breathing resumes
as the humidity rises,
solemn fog rolls over the westerly
treeline
mingling out of character,
and brewing up a new ambiance
with wax dripping from overhead,
thunder gathering below,
running on low 
light, it becomes apparent;

Degrees are mirroring phases.




Image credit By Stephen Rahn from Macon, GA, USA (Waxing Crescent Moon on 4-1-17) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

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