The Moon Doth Tell Us—A Poem and A Captured Moment

Moon Pine
© 2019 Rolland G. Smith

O’ let me see below the pine
To where your hearts are ever free.
Between the boughs and needled leaves
I see your lights that’s shared with me.

I am the Moon, a cratered orb,
That rounds the Earth in cycled time.
Reminding all of humankind
You are a song, a dappled rhyme.

Credits: Rolland Smith reaches out to us once again with his words and images. The photo is from the late Gene Boaz, a gifted photographer,  taken in the many times he spent in Yellowstone. As he used to tell me...sometimes he waited, hunkered down for 6 hours or more to get one photo. Thanks to both Rolland and Gene for their gifts being shared in this post)