Artist Moon

The moon rose bright on the world tonight,

Painting the garden in grey and white.

Deep in the shrubbery, under the yew

She painted the shadows violet and blue.

In the midnight hush she silvered the lawn

With her moonbeam brush, till it was dawn.

The flowers she stained with a ghostly dye,

Bare branches she etched against the sky

With many shades of subtle tone

She painted the trees in monochrome.

Reflections in the stream’s fast race

Distorts her brightly shining face.

Sleepless I leaned on my bedroom sill,

Watching in wonder her magic skill,

Till envious sun painted pink the east,

Fading the night’s ephemeral feast.

Sated with wonder, my spirit fed,

I went happily to my bed.

©Arthur F Mylam.