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Moonrise

Twas the richest gold I'd ever seen
Rising on the first full night of spring
And it gave the clouds an extra sheen
That only a lunar queen might swing
Through her stream of houri veils
In all tack of ocherous flow
Shaming the glow worms in their swales
Who envy her regal tableau
Of redirected solar beams,
Which stoke the stoves of desire,
As elemental to our dreams
...As any atomic fire
Exalting, no where near as soon,
As the waning of the full Worm Moon!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Observed on March 22nd, 2019
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