Tuesday, October 26, 2010

the night before the rain


the midnight moon
slings wide
its murky-colored bow
among thin clouds
above my head

neck craned back
I gape and blink
in the warm tickles of wind
wondering what dark promise
this full moon bears

the puppy pulls her leash
snuffles in the grass
 unconcerned
with heavenly matters 


2 comments:

David Agnew said...

One wonders if perhaps the puppy knows best :)

David

jonnia said...

I could take a few lessons on living in the "now" from her, for sure.
;)