Look for me by Moonlight

The paper- white moon
Paper thin
Hangs in the powder blue sky
A clean saucer with
Milky white edge
Due East
Against a sky to the West
Alight with evening glow
Ghostly grey shapes rise
South West
Cauliflower topped rising to steep anvils
Flame -laced as singed by blacksmith’s forge
Like galleons broadside for battle
Clear silhouettes of
Naked trees
Behind which the moon now rises
‘The road ‘is’ a ribbon of moonlight’
Words loved and familiar come to the fore
Tonight the owl will fly
It’s call will be sharp in the October air
Highwaymen still may ride
The light will see them home.

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