Reaching toward the setting moon
I rise from the sounds of sleep
into the cold starry sky
falling into the pale light
golden
thecourseofourseasons
Observations from the Garden
Reaching toward the setting moon
I rise from the sounds of sleep
into the cold starry sky
falling into the pale light
golden
thecourseofourseasons 
What a beautiful sky that is. Wow. Love the reaching towards sky in this poem. You are keeping a vigil now, my friend.
This is an awesome poem, Kathleen. Reminds me a little of Midnight Bus Ride. Only this poem is a little more ethereal and magical. I hope that when you can have the time you will publish a third poetry book with these nature poems you write. I’d be the first in line to get one. Maybe one day we can collaborate on a poem. Your poetry is like receiving a special gift each time I read your post. Sort of like a perpetual Christmas gift😊💜