Moonrise
By day tick the hours of
shunning, running
from
the light-
the fight to survive.
To climb,
soaring,
destiny roaring
against fierce resolve.
The hunt..
clawing, pawing
for the day’s
morsel-
a crumb to thumb
the nose at blatant
opulence.
Sun falls burning,
secreting the yearning
into the heart of the
Earth.
She welcomes you
to nest,
a rest
so welcome.
You bask in
the glow of
her benevolent grace,
the iridescent face
of knowing,
glowing,
unabashed mutual adoration.
Cheryl KP
copyright 2016
Tropical Affair 
Whoa, slow down there! I have 9 of your posts saved up for a rainy day. But we haven’t had one for ages! You are far too prolific – lol.
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Haha! That’s funny you sat that this week cuz You haven’t posted on yet this week. Lol
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