Poem: The Moon is Frowning

Here comes summer, And the sky is bright, even so, the planets are out of sight, The moon is pale even will all its light but its still the leader of the sky  during this breezy June night. I sit there and gaze awhile Is that a face on the moon? is it her cold smile? Even with this beautiful night the moon is still Too cold—too cold for me— It almost has a frown Proud Evening Star, such a glory from afar beams and light; it brings joy to my heart Now the moon slowly fades  as i fall fast asleep And for the last time I admire The distant fire, even with its frown now a lowly light.