
full moon on the rise
the fragrance of fresh cut grass
captured in shadow

full moon on the rise
the fragrance of fresh cut grass
captured in shadow

somewhere on the way
the clouds parted to reveal
the year’s first full moon

swinging in hammock
the moon through the canopy
my childhood returns

the moon almost full
lighting up washed out contrail
could it be a star

the half moon rising
through a tree half full of leaves
soon we’ll all be gone