Sunday, August 17, 2008

Morning moon

The full moon,
setting,
sunrise tinted,
rare pearl
round,
not white,
hangs
between
two oaks.

Last night,
rising,
it caught my breath;
now, I stop,
the dog reaches
the leash end
abrubtly,
turns to ask
why.

1 comment:

Bennie said...

As always, beautiful. I promise that one day we'll get around to some illustration.