Mountain Moon

Mary Brunini McArdle


Past the pavement of the thoroughfare,
Just after the last ascent,
A cluster of foothills
Lift their shadowed limbs,
Applauding the rising of the moon,
That, pale against the twilight coming,
And outlined with a lip of pink
By the departing sun,
Resonates with triumph overhead.


Copyright © 2006 by Mary Brunini McArdle

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