The Morning Moon's Glow (Shakespearean Sonnet)
The quiet city, is still half asleep
The morning moon's glow pierces through the sky,
Stars gather close, as if they were in heaps
Watching faint clouds, as they slowly drift by.
What will become of this December morn?
Will the birds sing happily, in the snow?
Forests of green, snow still waits to be worn
Resting underneath, the morning moon's glow.
The morning moon's glow, seems to shine so bright
A cool, crisp feeling, settles in the air,
Nature awaiting, the peek of daylight
To be held with warm, tender, loving care.
Silently, I gaze through my big window
Standing in awe, of the morning moon's glow.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.15/2005
This is the first time I've written a Shakespearean Sonnet. I was inspired by the brightly lit moon this morning.
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