The Moon

THE MOON

Madam Moonlight, Queen of night
spreads her silver
into the night.
Studs the blackness of the sky
with diamond chips
as she goes by.
Turns her face and looks below
to bathe the earth
in a silver glow.
Her gauzy wings she softly spread
o’er darkened fields
and sleeping heads.
Softer sister of the sun
she watches earth
til night is done.
Hides her face in a clouded scarf
sometimes quartered
sometimes half.
She reigns in heaven’s canopy
polishing stars
for eternity.
And as the sun rises ever high
she slips away
into daylit sky.

Cecilia M Brabin