Climbing high
in the chill of midnight
shining with the glow
of tomorrow's hidden sunlight
and singing to the sleeping crocus flowers
closed and blue and waiting
for another day,
I would smile with the stars
and gaze down upon the quiet world
and the woman that I am,
wide-eyed and reverent,
looking up at me.
The prompt for April 23, 2013 was submitted Jerry Carlin from Concord, California: "Write a poem about the desire to be the moon in spring."
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