In strange places,
Unseen at a glance,
Yet still shown.
The new moon and times have risen.
They have finally arrived.
All the while,
Walking right on by.
This cloak of darkness,
Its brilliant masked-beauty no less,
A sliver of glistening,
Yet intoxicating moonshine.
Acute—now fully aware.
The presence of life and spirit,
Wide awake and bare.
When the new moon blinks and the winds stand still,
Witness the romance of the falling summer’s leaves.
Step lightly upon this Earth,
Bless nature and embrace this new autumn’s reprieve.
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