When I see Thee anon

Grandmother moon, how I've missed you.
Your last brush of comfort set me right.

While you were away, you saw naught,
When caution, sense and reason took flight.

I tested the fates being foolhardy;
Believing in mascarade -

Enticed by bait of the treacherous Dark;
Love's prisoner, I obeyed.

Please hold me once more, Wise One -
in the light of your ancient heart.

And gift me with new love and fervor -
so I may better play my part.

No more shall I squander your vigor,
the elixir of magical presence.

Instead I'll rekindle my purpose,
Lavishing all that I touch with my essence.

Vigilence shall be my tool
of which I shall masterfully wield

When I see Thee anon,
I hope to emerge fully healed.

             ~ Lita Mitchell

This picture was taken by me from this weekend's full moon. It was my first attempt at photographing a full moon since I got my tripod so long ago. My next attempt will be to try to get it when it's all moody with clouds.

It's been so long since I've written poetry. Seeing this month's full moon, subsequent to New Year's Eve's blue moon inspired it.

Adieu ...