This Bronze Moon of July

The moon rose enormous tonight
And seemed newly born with its light
Aglint minted gold
Though timelessly old
The moon magic burned burnished bright

It rose shining more like the sun
Blazing bronze on the horizon
In brightening fire
An arc of desire
From brass to gold to platinum then gone

It was rarified
As it clarified
And then it moved on

But I will remember
This bronze moon of July
In bone-white December
To warm me as I die

+Steven Curtis Lance



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