Moon

Oh Moon here I sit in a pool of your pale light

An opening in the branches above my trail

lets me look up to see your brilliance

You chase the sun around the earth each day

And I have heard some call you sister or mother

To me however, you are more matronly

To me you remind me of a Great Grandmother

The face of you is old and pale

the marks left by time are visible to the naked eye

You are all silver and gray as you look down on us

Your waning light passes between the leaves

making the forest floor appear as if covered by lace

Still you light the path before me

And I feel lucky to rest my eyes upon you.