A Quiet Walk

A quiet walk among the trees,
summer scents on the evening breeze,
a night time world alive with nature’s song.

Far above the peaceful scene
the moon makes its nightly rounds
strolling closer to the sun.
Inching up and inching down.
Earthly eyes behold
the spinning orb in an orbit all her own.

I know what I see.
An icy world of tranquility.
Battered ground where light abounds.
Another world lifeless and still.
From the beginning
an ever changing face yet still the same.
The human race has felt its draw
and rushed to obey its subtle call.
Our light.
Our security.

She remains the queen of the night
sometimes dark and sometimes light.
She rules the tides and shakes the earth
driving us mad with her powerful stare.
She is a law unto herself
yet still ruled by earth’s allure.

She is the source of lover’s poems and lover’s songs,
lover’s hope and lover’s charm.
Ever adorned in cosmic rays
she is
Winter’s fire and
Spring’s grace.
Summer’s swoon and
Autumn’s lace.

Into space I go each night
to bask in the moon’s lunar delights.
A quiet walk among the trees.
Summer scents on the evening breeze.