Before the Rising Sun

This morning’s sky displayed a moon,

A smiling crescent, opportune,

With Venus hanging to the right,

For photos of that lovely sight.

 

I had no camera nor my phone

So had to leave that view alone

Except, of course, what stayed behind

Within the confines of my mind.

 

Now hours passed; the sky is blue

With not a trace of what I knew

Was obvious to everyone

Outside before the rising sun.