I never tire of a clear morning when, while seeking a once-in-a-lifetime sunrise, I find, instead, a stunning, sparkling moon. This morning was particularly spectacular, as I could clearly delineate the crevices and crannies of the rocky moon surface. I didn’t see the man in the moon on this morning, but I know he was watching!.
Rhapsody in blue pervades my worn, slaked senses
Over-draping tensions of these troubled times,
Understated on this shore (as sun’s ascending),
Greets, compels, implores, like distant, morning chimes,
Harken, pause, inhale, consume this scene sublime.