traversing high on hill
in ancient deep rooted canyon
with muddy boot abandon
she climbs high
above cool wet lingering tulle fog tickled from complacency
by relentless sporadic rain
oblivious to the obstacles
that may challenge her way

under canopy of tree lined canyon coquettish moon emerges
like a vestal virgin
from behind curtain
then smoothly seeks solace
in contemplative clouds
sequestering herself in order
to recharge and enlighten others

shyly shadowing her glory temporarily taking respite from angst, attention and accolades,
mother moon hangs chill
lifting spirits with quiet reflection
in her quest for momentary responsibility to shine on

deep purple waves undulate under
weight of the soft silver memory of
distant glistening light stars
between intermittent spurts
of delicate rain and speckled mist
she relinquishes her light
but for a mere moment
to rest her weary glow

Jack and Jill share buckets
full of illuminating secrets
refusing to fall down that blesséd hill
obscured from peering eyes
with short sighted ulterior motives and wagging tongues,
onward she decides to hold ground
trusting in primal instinct
knowing
those who look deeper beyond horizon of splendourous celebration of Autumnal night sky will see more than meets the eye

with hearfelt authenticity she seeks beyond scintillating skies
yeildng her brilliant birthright light
empowering inward during her momentary sabbatical

less weight,
now has she,
than carrying heavy
water logged buckets uphill,
tumbling shadows rise up and over streams plump with recent rains
water falling gently onwards over
craggy grey ancient granite
and recently felled trees

cool and mossy
in deep introspection
moon,
finally
having had enough
enough enough enough
being fully sick and tired
of long stories
of cows jumping over her
to get to the other sides of darkness,
reflects
eventually rejecting sublimation to counterparts, evolving into symbiotic syzygy
one-two-three aligned like soldiers
crickets begin to fade
as bullfrogs emerge

And at just that very moment, her light returns

lending forgiveness to the staggering changes mentoring great lessons one being
even during darkest moments
when we feel most invisible
trusting with true intent
the eventuality that cycles
will always reveal complete wholeness once again

patiently awaiting ecliptic emergence
in muted light slowly gathering strength to emerge powerful
after undulating moments of overwhelming treacle thick darkness
interspersed with glimmering hope
under the light of the moon
blooms an affluent splendor

enlightening our purposeful path
out from deepest depths of darkness
she cries: follow the path of light, I promise to reveal your way despite any pending darkness that has consumed your soul
i will help shine the way