Songs of the Sky I & II

I. November Sunrise
This morning, there were wonders
In the sky.

For one, brief, shining moment
The climbing sun
Gilded the eastern clouds
And lit a rainbow
In the west.

This morning, there was glory
In the sky.

Clare Stewart © 28 November, 1984

II. January Moonrise
Last night the moon rose crimson
From its bed.

The mindless monster tankers
In lust for blood
Hunted the harmless folk
To gorge upon their
Victims’ fear.

Last night the moon rose bloodied
From its bed.

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