Poem Category: High Moon

high moon
the rest of the henhouse
going the ways of a fox

high moon
how alert the frog pond
to the firefly’s light

high moon
the paths it crosses
to sail overseas

high moon
the whimsy of the mists
under the orange trees

high moon
our teenager late-
and off its head the sudden phone

high moon
the rain holding it
held in the mud

high moon
nearer our farmhouse
how the roof shine … shines

high moon
the yacht sailing nowhere
from our mantelpiece

high moon
Laurel on her pillow
cradled by light

high moon
my selfie
of both our faces