
Evening Coronation
Glorious moon:
Rising from the horizon,
Shining through
The still naked branches
Of trees awaiting
Their spring leaves.
Her reflective beauty;
Not intrinsic.
Like beauty of pearl
Or diamond or opal,
All which glow only
When light passes through.
Or when Light is reflected
From them. Their beauty truly
In the eye of the beholder.
We see, therefore,
We are.
- Mary O. Fumento, 2012