If the Moon could speak
Into an empty night time sky
a honking wedge of Geese
become a flapping silhouette
crossing the face of the Moon
whose dark side has always kept itself
to itself
whose cratered sad expression has always
seemed to be
trying to say something
very much in the same way
that tears without reason in the eyes
of a child would do
TOM MERTON
Wed 19th Mar 2025 09:34
To see how thoughtful and patient your observations are, of this poem Rolph, I cannot thank you enough.
and thank you K.Lynn and Hélène for your likings.
Best of regards
Tom