The moon is full tonight. It's also a "super moon," so it's closer than usual. And since it was a cloudless night, I decided to sit out on our balcony and watch it rise. This is the sort of thing that comes of such pastimes...
Our building casts a shadow on the treeline,
the sky darkened but still a greyish-blue.
An orange orb peeks coyly through the trees,
her passage marked by passing branches.
she climbs, her rising draws the naked eye -
she will not harm the gazer,
Denizens arise - bats and owls
fly, on silent wings
rise from the grass,
each one mirrored by a rising star,
of light appears above the trees,
jet trails rendered paths of pixie dust -
in anticipation as she nears
the darkly silhouetted crest
her glory full yet gentle -
drown the city sounds,
it is only the Moon and I,