Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear. - Mark Twain


2 nominations

The sun falls below the horizon, Leaving behind pink and orange trails. The light fades, And fades, And fades, Into a deep violet pool. One by one, Stars pop into existence Where before was only space. Night creatures awaken, And await the signal. A cool wind sweeps the land, Pushing back my hair, Chilling my skin, Sending a hush through the world. In the silence the world waits, And is rewarded. The darkness is broken, As a great silvery disc Slips out of the Earth And into the night sky, It rises, And rises, And rises. The world lets out the breath It held in anticipation. The night comes to life With the sounds of the wild. They had all been waiting For Luna's permission I stand awed, I stand marveling, It is breathtaking, This Moonrise is beautiful

© Gabrielle Nakota Bailey


You have to be a registered user to be
able to post comments to poetry.

Register Today!

If you already have an account, log in to post a comment.

Please be patient while we go looking for comments...