Moonrise.

Cascading varieties of malnourished
yellow flood the forest canopy
neath a pallid, shelled dusk moonrise.

A fading orange mountain looms,
the moonlight skirting its base,
and stars shoot, angles zipping in vectors.

Smart tremolos shifting with wind
break the coolness of treetops,
lightness shaking, shifting under leaf.

And now bright trunks are illumed
starkly against blacker corners,
dens of glowing eyes, colder bone.

High thin clouds with stately
slowness shade the moon,
gray-silver on grimy yellow.

The oped sky's eye lidded
and with sickly tone, but
the sight's ray color-gifted,

blessed in fair vision.