Moon Settled Into It's Armchair Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Closing time, for night has come upon us now, darkness
covering the desert in shadows of nature, filling this
poem with their expressions.

Treading along in expectant dreams, watching as many
stars shine down upon me, sparkling promises of life,
leading the way into tomorrow's destiny.

Moon, smiling, settled into it's armchair for the night,
it's vigil now beginning, watching over earth, protect-
ing everyone with it's pale moonlight.