The Moon Bows Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Moon Bows



The aging artist has a trait,
those short on sight can't bear

All normal signs of waning,
a crown now his to wear

Wrinkles and sparse graying hair,
still negative to some

But when they light upon a Sage,
—the moon bows to the sun

(Grantham New Hampshire: February,2017)

Friday, February 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: wisdom
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