Cloud Crossing Moon

google image

A cloud is crossing the moon.

I stand watching

as it becomes

a person,

then an angel,

then a face,

and next

 a heart.

I waited,

hoping to 

see you 

up there,

but then

it turned back

into vapor,

and was 

just a cloud,

again,

moving on.

Another Pantoum

[image from google]

I woke at dawn and sprang from bed,
the day's delights spread all before,
went to the  threshold,  flung it wide
and found a moon outside my door.


The day's delights spread all before,
I asked had it been left behind,
that moon I found outside my door,
as night tiptoed across the fields.

I asked had it been left behind,
or stayed, a silvery offering,
when night tiptoed across the fields,
to grace my day with all life yields.

It stayed, a silvery offering,
bearer of dreams  outside my door,
to grace my day with all life yields.
I could not ask for beauty more.

Bearer of  dreams  outside my door,
when I went to the threshold, flung it wide,
I could not ask for beauty more,
when I woke at dawn and crossed the floor.

[Again some liberties, on the last line, to better satisfy the rhyming pattern. Totally illegal.]

Midnight Moon

[utahskies.org]

La Luna,

so full and round

and golden,

so beautiful

and tranquil,

so serene,

midnight moon,

looking down

on this planet

of distress and turmoil,

beam us

some much-needed

peace.

Midnight Storm

[image from google.com]

Out in the midnight storm,

howling gusts lashing

the mighty pines.

Don't fall on me.

~~~

 Full-throated blast nipped with snow,

roaring down the silvered mountain;

Sounds of nature's fury everywhere.

Full moon.

~~~

A lull in the storm, so calm,

then blasts the north wind,

skies are indigo;

dead leaves skittering across the yard~

a groan from the mighty maple.

~~~

                                                              

MANDARIN MOON

I awake in the deep dark

of the night

to see

a huge round

full-faced moon

staring in

at me

as if it had zoomed close

with my eyes closed,

I catching it

unawares

before it rose.

There she sat,

perched in the bowl

of my old tree,

like an over-sized

Christmas ornament

thus adorning

just for me

the starkly bare

and brittle branches and,

much more,

allowing me to see

its beauty

closer

than I ever have

before.

I stare back:

eternal purveyor

of myth and mystery,

as if it holds the secret

of whatever is to be

and has ventured thus

to urge me forth

from out

my purple bed,

to find a path

where all my

broken dreams

can be

much better fed.

This radiant

so-close moon

and I agree:

surrender to no man,

and yet,

in giving

I'm most free.

This silvery ambassador

is urging me

to find a way

to give

all that I can -

Mandarin Midnight Moon

that sailed here

last night

from Japan.