Sun and Moon

Sun’s gift a final blaze
draws me to cliff’s edge

darkness doesn’t credit day
owes it allegiance to another

the great moon orator
whose tides and pull

send me plunging
ego-less and flailing

till morning sets me
on my feet again.

(Image my own)

Lapses in Light

The sky donned a mask today –
clouds contriving a hoax –
like a great, feathered beast
emerging from the heavens,
bearing down on me –

Silly, this trepidation, this
superstitious sentimentality –
both clouds and I know
this is only illusion – sun
still rules the skies…

(Willow Poetry poses the weekly challenge:  What Do You See?  based on the featured image.)