...jewels, this is so, so, so, kool. from the 'bold' word to its peeking at you thru the trees, a lovely, lovely pome, i bow to the delightful [and proper] kow-tow to the orb that is of 'naked light' a smack0 'spression. i am envious. you moved the bar.

Wonderfully expressed. For something that we see so often, it's interesting how much we ponder this awsome orb. I have written a few poems about it and use it, or it's glow, as imagery. I remember when we landed on it, it was the most exciting thing ever. You have filled this poem with some really spectacular imagery here as well. In the article they mention the illusion of the moon appearing larger along the horizon and I had always thought it was due to the angle of the light bending through the atmosphere. The sun does it too, but it's just a trick of the mind making it bigger. It's not surprising that we write poetry about it, romancing it like a lover.

Wow. Very cool. I like the way i could see night in your words.

Deliciously sensual, a silky-voiced ode emanating from your romantic center - you tie the moon and the heart together with a masterful string of words. ;)

Like am impressionistic painting, this poem glistens with allurement.

One can never go wrong with a moon poem. Excellent addition to the genre! Reminds me of some of Maureen Glaude's work while still walking among us.

This is deliciously sensuous and inviting.

Ahh, this is gorgeous and refreshing and painted like a picture. I can almost see that tricky moon looking down at you. I am, enamored with her, as well.