Makings of a Lovely Evening #253
When Sun took a shine to Moon,
her cheeks rouged, and lips crimsoned,
interested, he reflected.
They rarely saw each other,
Moon struggled to rise early,
he got tired but stayed up late.
Moon had never felt so hot,
but as darking time approached
Sun necessarily turned cold.
Clouds comforted lonely Moon,
vapors caressed her features
and tinted their pearly feathers.
West Wind carried Cumulus,
rosy makeup painted sky,
pale Moon stared at colorful scene.
Elaine Anne Westheimer 