The moon in early morning light
pales beside its
former self once
ensconced in star-
bedazzled sky. Even before
the sun takes its
sovereign place, moon’s
light dims. So goes
the round of moon and sun. Each one
yields dominion
to the other;
both light the way.
JDG
aholdingplace 
Lovely!!! What a change of tempo this poem delived to my usual morning routine. A moment’s peace, a little legato reverie super-imposed over the usual vivace, staccato static of electrical devices demanding urgent attention…. Thank you Joan. Thank you Moon.
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