Poetry: Tears of The Moon 

image2-1Tears of the Moon

The frozen air was filled with sadness.

The moon couldn’t bring herself to shine.

It was a night.

Where the possibility of light was inconceivable.

The moon hid her face from us.

Disappearing behind her bed of clouds.

Full of sorrow.

Her tears spilling out.

In the form of silent snow.

As she wept.

Nature was silenced.

No rustle of the trees.

No bird calls.

The woods were entombed in grief.

Nature mourned in silence.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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