A “Moon” poem that I originally wrote in June 2019.
Moon Blossom
The old moon knows
After a bitterly cold winter
There’s never a false spring
And Eve’s apple tree always blossoms
Then the full moon shyly shines
Casting moon-shadows upon sacred ground
And asks about the planet’s fading designs
“Where have all the ancient spirits gone”
However, the new moon remains alluring
And his moonbeams spoon our imagination
Yellow ripples shimmering across blue lagoons
Casting moon-shadows over lovers’ bedrooms
And love eventually conquers us all
When moon blossom ringlets gently fall
Ivor Steven (c) March 2024















