Moon night

Lone stroll night,
Amidst a beaming Full moon, 
Wet trees glisten,
With a slight cool breeze tingle. 
Blue melodies in ear,
Dogs shaking off the wet,
Jumping shadows with each street light,
Suddenly with one amiss, 
Basking in this solitary bliss, 
All while walking with the moon.

Oh how the gloomy day has passed,
And the cool weather now seems to last,
Indecisive it may be in all of its making,
Could it possibly persist in all its flaking?