THE REFLECTED MOON
The full moon shimmered in the dark velvet sky,
The small fluffy clouds did not mar her passing by.
No gentle breeze wafted the still warm night air,
In the lake a perfect reflection of the moon was there.
The enhanced beauty made me stop awhile and gaze
At the scene before me, and offer up a song of praise
Of thanksgiving for the view before my weary eyes,
A treasure, a moment, a memory that I will ever prize.
Then the wind stirred the trees, the still lake was wild
The moon was shattered into pieces her face so mild
Broken, but the glitter of the silver and gold was found
As if she were floundering in the water about to drown.
I walked along the lake on that warm summer’s night,
Marvelled at the different beauty that came to my sight,
Though tired I did not desire to retire to rest in my bed,
But wait and see what else could surpass, what lay ahead.
The wind died down to a whisper of a light breeze
And there was almost perfect silence in the lofty trees,
The lake once again lay still and placid as could be
Once again the reflection of the lovely moon I could see.
Healed from shattered segments saved, from a billowy grave,
Once again so much grace and beauty she freely to me gave,
I wandered homeward bound my heart filled with sweet peace
And the memory of that nights walk in me will never cease,
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 23 April 2005