Full Moon

The blistering summer sun
gives way to the night.
I can smell the honey suckle
and gardenia wafting in the night air.
The heavens open up and the stars
make their appearance.
The nightingale croons its’ song to me.
The crickets join the chorus.
The grass is cool beneath my feet
the hustle and bustle of the hot summer
day gives way to the heavens above.
I look up and the moon smiles at me.
By: Patricia K.Salamone

26 thoughts on “Full Moon

  1. Pat, what a lovely poem. Far away across the Big Pond, I feel I am sharing that heavenly moment with you, that sense of peace and joy in the wonders of the universe, that air of enchantment…

    Warmest wishes always,

    Paul

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  3. This is a great read. I am glad to have found your site and was introduced to the poem.

    I love being present when the day gives way to the heavens. I don’t do it everyday.. or maybe we do even if we don’t realize it.

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