Unintended

A Renga: Unintended The full moon hovers Just above the horizon In the freezing air Howling for a few minutes A few dogs in the distance With great insistence They argue with each other About politics "I don't mean to contradict, Then again, maybe I do." Perhaps they are through, Perhaps she will try again, A refreshing wind The apple tree, once again, Tosses blossoms in the air At the County Fair Couples prance in the line dance To a steady beat In the ealry evening heat Sipping tea and lemonade He is still afraid They won't be interested, He maintains silence Noting the correspondence, Patterns of the earth and sky As oak leaves defy The deepening autumn cool She closes a door This hasn't happened before A road that's unknown beckons