Two Moons
The lake lies quietly warm
on this night of the thunder moon.
The trees are placid after our storm
although many branches are strewn.
The boaters beat the water all day
,youthful energy is such a waste!
Let them have their happy play.
The coming dark stills both joy and pain.
One evening follows another
in this serene and peaceful July,
and this month will end
on the night of a rare blue moon.
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