The Night's Embrace

Under a prairie sky, troth blue,
I look for the Moon shadow's reach
Lengthening, with orbits anew,
From an orb like a glowing peach...
Stretching most when the Moon runs low,
Teasing the tops of the trees,
And when all the clocks tick extra slow
As if they've a mistress to please.
Her golden grin says all is well
And crickets sing tribute to peace,
Which compliments her hypnotic spell
Compelling nocturnal action to cease...
Long enow for a planet to rest
And consider the ways that it is blessed.