glancing up

With his eclipse a recent memory away,
Apollo’s furry sputters and spots,
While here, his solar energy is kept at bay.

Mother Moon growing New, in this spring, so dear,
Harbinger to what wonders she’ll bring, and what fear.
Today blocked by Stratocumulua, bringing late season snow,
Her affect is a given, on tides, we do know.

Cheers, a salute to this time of season is due,
Forsythia, budding cherry and apple, yes too,
And with all she does bring,
helping our spirits to sing,
we affirm, dear nature,
to thee, we’ll be true.
--mt