Gently
Falling from
The midnight sky

A sliver of silver

Dropped
Into my
Open palm;

Slowly
It melted
Into a little

Silver pool

Caressing
Each fold,
Each crease;

Quiescent in quietude,
Coalescing
With the warmth
Of my hand;

There it rested.

A smile
Lit up my face
In gratitude
For this small
Gift of the Moon.