Silver Scythe

 A Poem  for Blue-Moon Reading

A silver new moon
like a shinning scythe
reaps the stars
in the azure sky
only for one night.
Some wandering clouds
cover its face and make
foggy its glowing sight.. 
The multicoloured leaves –
ornaments of the autumn
innocently fell on the paths.
Under the yellow golden veil
the earth sleeps in peace
knowing every tree is pregnant.
The silver new moon smiles.
A longing lingers
becomes yearning
and yearning brings 
dukh, grief, sheer misery-
voiceless, faceless
wandering my thoughts
ceaselessly everywhere.
I yearn to hear your voice!  

This poem can be also read under “New Moon


One Response to “Silver Scythe”

  1. lacunaecorridors Says:

    love your moon imagery

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