...and the pot of chili
simmered as the clouds
parted slightly settling
upon the bright darkness
of the sky...
a table with a bowl
of oyster crackers
in front of a bowl
of life-like leaves
and well-crafted
assortment of fruit
near and distant sounds
float in and out windows
and a partially opened
and chained front door
no trick-or-treaters on
this night just sounds
of life undernearth the
glow of an October moon
illuminating nearby clouds
...and a chilly breeze several
degrees below average whip
past houses, cars, and plants
forgotten outside
there is no face in
the moon, there is
light and promises
of a lovely night...
cars park in front
of this house and
a few people show
up at the front door
with breads, drinks,
and desserts...
they gather together
and there are no howls
against the winds
or creepy crawly
things of fright and
mischievous fun
Halloween...
near and distant sounds
of life, of night, and an
October moon...
one night
when I could drive
on my way home
from work the
sight of the moon
scared me
it was so big
bright orange
I thought an
astronomical
spiritual event
was about to
happen
I had to pull
the car over
and
just look
Moon Story
The moon is fractured
by hawthorn trees
cracked in velvet
Twigs formed
act as structure before its mirror
Silver and black,
hopeless and hopeful
as our forever
the frozen superior quietness that rises
silent and slow
reclaiming ancient shadows
washing living ground
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