Late Blooming
Full, low, in the soft west,
Dusted by vague shades of dawn,
Stunning in the indistinct
Horizon left as night moves on.
Slow, sure, in the cool eve,
Lingering under an arbor,
Pungent ivory infiltrates
The somnolescent garden.
Molten, pulsing, churning the east,
The seething, brazen disc
Forges through the overcast,
Sears away the mist.
The morning moon, the lunar bloom, the cloud-obstructed sun
Assert dominion tardily
As night moves on.
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