Slowly, silently, now the moon
Appears in the clear blue sky at noon;
This way, and that, she peers and sees
Greensward dotted with white daisies;
Flowers night can never match,
Bright colours evening will dispatch.
Closely following Walter de la Mare
and, rather further away
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Evades the grasping skeletal fingers of the trees,
Escapes through the net of scudding gunmetal clouds
Only to drown in the immeasurable depths of space.
Can't really say I'm happy with either and the first certainly needed to be longer, but there's only so much you can do!
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