Moonnight

Dearest Wanderers, thank you for wandering far and wide - far enough and wide enough to wander back.

I have caught a poetry bug - or it has captured me. This one is from a couple moons ago.

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Moonnight

The moon is drifting, drifting,

O’er the world below,

The mist is lifting, lifting,

Born of glittering snow.

The dancing sprites of Northern Lights

Are bending, bowing low,

While mist is lifting, the moon is drifting

‘Cross the glittering snow.

The moon is drifting, drifting,

Through the ocean sky.

The stars are sifting, sifting,

Pearls floating by.

The hoary trees, my whispering skis

Like silver echoes fly,

While stars are sifting, the moon is drifting

Midst the pearly sky.

The moon is drifting, drifting,

Free from ancient care

The clouds are shifting, shifting,

Shadows in the air.

Elusive hue of midnight blue,

Enchanting unaware,

While clouds are shifting, the moon is drifting

Through the shadowy air.