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
with heavenly matters 


David Agnew said...

One wonders if perhaps the puppy knows best :)


Jonnia Smith said...

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