“Hello, again!”
the sun does say
when rising on
a morn in May.

“Thanks for the break,”
replies the moon.
“I need to go
to bed quite soon.”

The sun then bids,
“Don’t fade so fast!
Why can’t you get
your light to last?”

The moon retorts,
“Fine talk from one
who sets each night
when day is done.”


Jane Blanchard lives and writes in Georgia. Her work has recently appeared in The Healing Muse, Noctua Review, and The Rotary Dial.

Featured Image: “Creation of Sun and Moon” by Michelangelo (1475-1564).

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One Response

  1. Buceli da Werse

    A Glimpse of Michelangelo

    I saw Him rising on th’ horizon, my eyes on
    Him making sun and moon to give light to the earth:
    the latter, gray at left, night’s beauty in pre-dawn,
    the former, gold at right, a circle’s bright lanthern.
    O, God, the fleeing of old, graying age unbound,
    the fleeting greeting of Creation’s gorgeous birth.
    O, God, how His great Power shakes. Hear it resound
    throughout eternity’s vast space-time, and again.
    So Michelangelo put paint to ciel Him down,
    although He vanish in a diamond diadem.
    It colours all we see, this glory and this bond,
    that savors the divine, although we be but men.


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