Poem Category: High Moon

high moon
Bogong moths migrating
suddenly … ten thousand

high moon
a moth in the thrashings
a spider has stung

high moon
bamboo leaves
slashing the wind

high moon
my children
sniff the garden herbs

high moon
icicles drip
the release of winter

high moon
sparkled with dew
my little pots of bonsai

high moon
the dart of squirrels
to the kid’s treehouse

high moon
on the pollen sparkles
of an after-rain

high moon
last train home
how my face looks looking out

high moon
the way the swan glides
up the river of light