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Nov 2019
Although the day has run its race, and evening's curtain falls;
sometimes there is a tiny trace of daytime joy that calls;
the gentle rain down to the ground and then reflects the light,
of sister moon - so white, so round, which brightens up the night.

A Moonbow caused by falling rain
but not the arc of day,
as gleaming moon-drops light the lane
a moon-beam coloured way.

True Silver starts the coloured row, it makes the Moonbow's height,
it lifts our hearts from way down low, and sharpens up our sight.

A band of Pearl is bright as snow, so coruscating white
it gleams with radiance, as though it can redeem our plight.

A Moonbow caused by falling rain
but not the arc of day,
as gleaming moon-drops light the lane
a moon-beam coloured way.

The gleaming Opal silky flow, is middling, milky bright,
reflecting hopes and cares and woe, it fills dark with its light.

Then softer Amber's glistening glow, which hugs and holds us tight,
its warm smile reaching down below.  It soothes away our fright.

A Moonbow caused by falling rain
but not the arc of day,
as gleaming moon-drops light the lane
a moon-beam coloured way.

Then goodly Gold supports it all, like sunshine in the night,
completes the Moonbow's arc just so, makes everything all right.

A Moonbow caused by falling rain
but not the arc of day,
as gleaming moon-drops light the lane
a moon-beam coloured way.
Written by
neil jones
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