“Keep on watching the skies, you may end up in a surprise!” Gun Roswell
From tiniest of crescent
To the fullest of size
Each time a perfect present
But never quite, a surprise
The Moonlight Night Sky
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Moon Above
“The night or the day, no matter which way you decide to cypher it, the moon is out there, hanging above even if somewhat dimly lit“ Gun Roswell
The moon was out, hanging above in the clear blue sky, nothing there to spy, not really, but it could have as easily have been in the middle of the night, as the light, was so dim.
Either because of the timing, being that of summer, the day never ending, and so day or night, all the same, as the sun and moon together keeps on spinning.
Or then, it was the day of a ver dark and dreary autumn month, the shades blurring in together, to each other, the shadow, the light, all the grey shades of neither and then both, the monochrome, the noir, all of it one simple colour.
Whatever it is you see up there with your own bare eyes, is the truth, whether the sky is blue, or pitch black dark, the moon is always there, looking mighty smart.
Winter’s Moon high up in the skies
“The moon comes out no matter the time of the year, as it has no fear of the chaining times. Simpy be happy it’s out there, each night to shine ever so bright.” Gun Roswell
The moon shining in the early evening hours, having come out, from behind the curtains, not really having been hiding, just, hanging up there, waiting for the right moment, to make its appearance, now that sun doesn’t dominate the skies, as it is, winter time and so, taking its special place, for the length of the nigh, being at its fullest, which is always nice.
And so all of us moon worshipers gathering out there, in the cold night air, simply to be able to pay homage and howl at the round moon.
The Moon, boss., the Moon!
“The fact moon is out again, then does’t it appear every single night? Wait a minute, does it ever go away? Really?” Gun Roswell
The moon is hanging out there against the darkness of the skies
At least it looks like that, when looking out the window in the middle of the night
It always seems to be appearing, out of nowhere after sunset
And usually, looming there way past the night, well, perhaps changing position somewhat
But, the moon half or full, crescent or nonsense? I dunno the rhyme
It’s all fine as long as the moon graces us with its presence
The moon’s many faces
“Pretty, pale, pleasing, the many faces of the moon I am facing, while staring into the night skies” Gun Roswell
The fullest of moons
In the night sky of the suburban hood
The followers about to swoon
Of the rarest form of morphia
The moon’s pale light
Shining upon them with delight
All them smiles
Something so rare and wild!
October Moon in the Dark Skies
“The moon is always there, but now, in the darkened night, it’s visible again” Gun Roswell
Shiny objects in the sky
Was it an unidentified fly by
Or just the crescent moon up high
Shining its light in this fool’s eye
The moon in noir
“The night or the day, no matter which way you decide to cypher it, the moon is out there, hanging above even if somewhat dimly lit“ Gun Roswell
The moon in noir
The moon was out, hanging above in the clear blue sky, nothing there to spy, not really, but it could have as easily have been in the middle of the night, as the light, was so dim.
Either because of the timing, being that of summer, the day never ending, and so day or night, all the same, as the sun and moon together keeps on spinning.
Or then, it was the day of a ver dark and dreary autumn month, the shades blurring in together, to each other, the shadow, the light, all the grey shades of neither and then both, the monochrome, the noir, all of it one simple colour.
Whatever it is you see up there with your own bare eyes, is the truth, whether the sky is blue, or pitch black dark, the moon is always there, looking mighty smart.
Alphabets in poetry (four)
“The moon is always hanging there, forever present” Gun Roswell
M is for the moon in the night sky, with its better half trying to hide
Picturing the moon man sitting in a crater, it’s difficult not to smile
An ancient rock filled with mystery
Also known to be causing mass hysteria
During its rounds when it’s at is fullest
Certainly a vision never the dullest
Keep on eye on its eternal cycles
Round and round the earth, with a speed most wildest
The Winter’s Moon
“The moon comes out, no matter the time of the year, it does not care, just because it can, it will, appear.” Gun Roswell
The Winter’s Moon
The moon shining in the early evening hours, having come out, from behind the curtains, not really having been hiding, just, hanging up there, waiting for the right moment, to make its appearance, now that sun doesn’t dominate the skies, as it is, winter time and so, taking its special place, for the length of the nigh, being at its fullest, which is always nice.
And so all of us moon worshipers gathering out there, in the cold night air, simply to be able to pay homage and howl at the round moon.
The re-appearing moon
“The moon is out again, then does’t it appear every single night? Wait a minute, does it ever go away? Really?” Gun Roswell
The re-appearing moon
The moon is hanging out there against the darkness of the skies
At least it looks like that, when looking out the window in the middle of the night
It always seems to be appearing, out of nowhere after sunset
And usually, looming there way past the night, well, perhaps changing position somewhat
But, the moon half or full, crescent or nonsense? I dunno the rhyme
It’s all fine as long as the moon graces us with its presence
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