Eight to Eight
the moon frolics through pale blue skies
nearly dissolving in Winter's mist
the blushing orb 
so coy
Nature's favorite toy
cowers from
Aamu*'s kiss

(c)JACK"E" 2025

*On my way to work yesterday it looked like the moon was frolicking in the sky (until the sun came to tap her on the shoulder and say it is time for you to go). As I was drafting the above poem, I came across a word that I knew I needed to deposit into my poem.

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Aamu is a Finnish word. (ah-moo) it means the quiet beauty of morning, when the world awakens with soft light and endless possibilities.

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