Read by Mike Weber
During the eclipse,
dozens of bright, crescent moons
danced with one another
in the shade of the maple tree.
Each gap between the leaves
a camera obscura,
projecting celestial mysteries
on a concrete sidewalk.
A kaleidoscope of light and shadow,
revealing things too bright
for the human eye.
© August 22, 2016 by Rev. Michael A. Weber for permission to publish this poem please contact the author at msnrweber@verizon.net MAW 8/22/2016
Musings and Wonderment 