When eclipsed by the moon,
The sun did not cry
As much as I did,
For their union was bound
By the glistening ring and
All Earth collapsed into slumber
As birds tucked into their wings
To the cicadas’ chorus
Of tunes chilling the midday heat
To cloud mist:
Darkness to the dance
Of Solar and Lunar
Opened to the jewel
Of another day and
Revelers praised the wonder of
This exquisite union.
Copyright© September 6, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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