Moon Morning Run – an #improv #poem

Crescent moon,
Glowing iridescent through
Humid clouds,
Morning’s orange glow, and
Aging eyes.
I look
Once more
Inspired by your
Walk across night’s edge.
When you shine so
Vividly, coaxing night walkers,
Early risers,
And lovers
To wander with you
In the darkness,
It is easy to
Forget that your light
Is reflected from another
Heavenly body.

I remember and for one
Brief second mourn the
Horizon light as harbinger of the
Sun with its too-white-hot
Arc.
Quickly, I remember the
Place of it in the
Circle of life
And celebrate both
Moon and sun.

I am on
An early morning run:
Air ripe with
Familiar smells,
Hazy mist, and
The sound of gravel
Under my shoes.
Dogs bark.
A ripple of fear
Raises goose-flesh
Along my forearms.
It is a good day to
Notice all of this
Sensation in my senses.

Gradually, “run”
Seems too hurried.
I pause  from running and
Write this poem.

~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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