The Moon is Upon Her Throne Tonight - poem

  

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The Moon is Upon Her Throne Tonight

 

The moon is dressed in her shining best tonight

With silvering joy and lunar happiness

Flying and flowing, flung from her starry wand

Flying and falling upon her glowing-night realm

 

We loyal subjects peek from our windows to see

An argent pageant royal of beauty and truth

Even in summer the lawn is a frosty field

For her monthly dance, by her command

 

The Lady of the Moon is our Summer Queen

As she will be, and is, and ever has been

The Moon Would Be Alone - poem

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

The Moon Would Be Alone

The moon veils her presence with mist and damp
Mortals are not wanted in attendance
On such a night, when rain rises as fog
And the singing of frogs is a menacing chant

The apples of summer, the frosts of autumn
The barefoot maidens dancing on the lawns
Or old men smoking through philosophy:
All are forbidden on a night like this

Above the trees swings a half-hidden lamp -
The moon veils her presence with mist and damp

Listen to the Moon - A Poem

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

Listen to the Moon

When you are very old, speak to the moon,
Just as you did when you were very young
And if you listen, listen carefully
The moon will continue telling a story
That she began in the long, long ago
Just at the moment when you thought yourself
Too grown-up then to listen to the night
She smiles, and waits, that queen among the stars
For you to grow as wise as once you were:
When you are very old, listen to the moon