Another moon so soon?

It seems so little time ago I stood in dark tree shadows
gazing like a lover at her pregnant curve and
pale enchanting light.

Moon by moon the spool of my life unwinds.

Moon by moon the bobbin turns, the thread of years uncoils,
the memories more long and distant grow.

All things end; the music, the breath, the pulse.

There will be many other moons yet one will be
my last long loving look.

May it be a full one, fat with illumination
drawing the Spring tide up onto a midnight shore,

a final ecstasy of flood
before I see the moon no more.



A McNaught (CC-BY-NC-ND)