New Moon in Taurus

Desert Fathers were nomadic            
earthy predecessors, reverently              
observing Life's cyclic order              
             
Unobtrusive pilgrims on their path            
discerning May's brightest headline
as flowers' exuberantly colored skin
heralding new beginnings:            
             
streams, rivers, lakes;            
growing creations              
by cold, melty things              
when our world is [quite] mud-. luscious            
             
Brighter still was midnight            
sans Luna, withdrawn            
into her ritualized session            
             
Stars shrewdly punctured pupils            
searching for meaning in absence              
behind dainty flicks of distance            
             
You see?  We poets eschew daily news
to pen what matters most instead:        
common, every day moments               
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