Moon – Leaf

A late fall leaf hung on the tree,

Finger-nail moon hung in the sky.

They caught peripheral vision,

This early morn, as I walked by.

 

One a charming, distant white globe,

One close remnant of season past.

One has circled earth for long years

One’s existence cannot long last,

 

One gives light to a darkened world,

One gave shade in its own “hay day.”

One will flutter some day to earth,

One we all hope stays far away.

 

One has a rough man in moon face,

But it is basically all round.

One has rugged pointy edges,

Tenaciously it “hangs around.”

 

Distant giant traveling the sky,

Local leaf silhouetted there,

Were both made by our Dear Father

In powerful yet tender care.

                – eab, 11/13/09