June 24, 2011

Moon Blooming

The moon
Blooming
Giant oak
Bare branches
Flowering
Its nightly sway
Balanced
Between his wooded
Fingers against
Indigo her
White petaled
Dandelion blow
Into stars
The moon
Bloomed
Pulling oceans
Taut
To gaze at
Herself
In monthly passing

2 comments:

juca2 said...

There's a wonderful flow to this poem. Smooth. Natural. // Peter.

Shauna said...

you make the seductive pull of
the moon , touchable.