Setting Moon

A ribbon
Soft ambient glows  
Lighting the cloud
Diffused spectre of white
Nonchalant this early morning
Purple the sky
With a sudden radiance shines forth 
In regal  magnificence and fullnes
This golden orb
A stately entrance makes  
Transforming  from pale cream 
To burnished bronze 
A wisp of cloud forming a smile across
The perfect face
Taking the stage 
A jewel in the sky
But she cannot stay
Her time has come 
She descends in silence
Fading 
All energy gone 
A shadow of her former self 
And slips from view 
Over the moorland ridge.