Quarter Moon Waxing Poem by Charles Darnell
Quarter Moon Waxing
The moon is in its first quarter.
It grows as it crosses the sky
Travels among the background of stars
Shines like hard diamonds.
The air is crisp,
Clear after the Norther
The wind gentle now.
Everything is sharp
In defined relief.
You move closer,
A sudden chill
Brings you to my arms
I snap you up
And wrap you
In happy embrace
And whisper how I love
The Fall.
Hello Charles a lovely poem very enjoyable read particularly liked the last verse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 3:05:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow nice superb freeverse, waxing poetic! Begins with nature n ends with romance. I hope u read any mine too.