Morning moon in washed out blue
Morning moon in December’s hue
Morning moon in a tapestry
Of stem and bud and feathers three
Bright with light, a distant orb
Cool to sight, you do absorb
Thoughts that drift ‘mid scattered cloud
Storms now spent, still winds blow loud
Opposing you in eastern fetch
Rising light in scarlet sketch
Shedding warmth, its long expanse
Fills root and trunk and every branch
After long the cold of winter’s night
Held this earth in hands held tight
The land takes joy in the light of both
Fresh spring breezes and fresh new growth
And I, just I, walk happy alone
For I’m on the path that takes me home
mlc
Poetry and Verse 