It’s Poetry Friday!

We’ve been enjoying incredible weather in my area of the northeast this past week. Plus, the full Hunter’s Moon has been a constant guest, hovering in clear skies. I go out every night to watch, mesmerized by its beauty so much that I almost can’t look away. One morning on my way to a yoga class it was still there, full and round, like a ghost of itself. And still, I couldn’t stop gazing.

My encounters with the moon this week reminded me of that time when you are just meeting a new love – you want to know everything and can’t stop looking, reaching out, stealing a soft touch. Perhaps the moon and I are lovers, I thought.

In Fall

The moon and I are lovers,
cradled in clear skies and crisp air,
caught in the embrace
of a seductive gaze,
lingering long
into the morning light.

We study each
crevice and crack,
curve and shadow
of being,

exchanging unspoken promises.

Photo from Pixabay.

Jone has the roundup today here with a special ode to candy corn. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness, and thanks for reading today.