National Poetry Month Day 6

I wrote this poem about the moon in high school as well.  I can't remember exactly what the assignment was, but the poem has a lot of good descriptions and details in it.

The Moon

As the darkness becomes heavier,

and the shadows fade to black,

the moon rises behind the trees,

creating a silhouette,

that seems to play with the moon,

passing it silently between its branches,

up, up, up,

until it begins to fall,

into a hole in the horizon,

like a perfect basket.