The Moon’s Sad Face
Poetry Sunday
Jan 31, 2021
peering through the gloomy clouds
I see the moon’s sad face
she knowingly looks down on me
so wise and full of grace
I take a breath and look away
her stare, it doesn’t stop
raising my eyes, I feel her tears
a shower of cool rain drops
hearing her whispers on the breeze
the sound fills me with sorrow
don’t give up, she seems to say
so I pray for a bright tomorrow
the clouds part wide and drift away
the moon is smiling now
her gaze beams down in golden rays
a promise, her solemn vow
Sydney Duke Richey writes from the heart. Inspired by everyday experiences, her poems, haiku and non-fiction come from a slice of her life.
Sydney lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband.
