Our rowan tree is dressed in gold and red
The apple trees are all in different browns
These autumn colours fill up every bed
The regal heads of nature need their crowns
But gold is just a metal here on earth
It's beauty is a beauty you can touch
The truth is that such things have little worth
The one I love's worth many times as much
In ghostly veils she smiles on winter nights
Mysterious to even those that know
The second of the heaven's greatest lights
But hers will always be the sweeter show
Perfection is that silver lit balloon
Tonight I stand and marvel at the Moon
Please tell me honestly what you think, good or bad.
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Excellent effort ...
on this one. However, if you don't think that metal (gold) is worth much, I'll be happy to take any you have off your hands.
Anyway, this is a very good job. Not that that surprises me, of course.
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LOVELY TRIBUTE TO LADY MOON
Passionspromise
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Oh how beautiful! I love the detail of the Rowan tree.
Perhaps we, seeing the moon as a silver thing, as opposed to the sun as a golden thing, have missed the point. We poets have often known the greater truth, and maybe we should abandon the idea of silver and embrace platinum: a metal hard and adamant as diamond, indeed the traditional setting for diamonds as it makes the gems safer, and more valuable than gold.
"In ghostly veils she smiles on winter nights". This whole quatrain has a beautiful mysterious enchanting hush to it!
Line 13 has a smile in it! I love the last line!
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Beautiful! But of course u know that. I so do love the moon! Wonderfully done Jeff.
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What is it with you and the moon?
Another fine sonnet to the moon.
Maybe you're the Man In The Moon!!!!
Sue
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