A January Orange Moon
How beautiful is this picture
A January Orange Moon
A January orange moon climbs high,
A flame in the winter sky.
Rising near the Devil's Tower tall,
A sight that stirs, that beckons all.
Orange light spills across the stone,
Casting shadows where winds have blown.
The earth below, so still and wide,
Holds secrets in the moonlight's glide.
The towers stand with ancient grace,
As the fire moon lights up the space.
A whisper, a spark, a wild chance,
In the glow of the moon’s fierce dance.
A promise of power, a moment to see,
The orange moon rises, wild and free.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (2)
The words and images to me match perfectly. Good job.
Your poem glows like the moon it describes—radiant, mysterious, and utterly captivating. Loved the fiery imagery and timeless vibe. Absolutely stellar!