Poem Category: High Moon

high moon

fireflies flirting over

our neighbour‘s pool

high moon

the whale‘s rise and crashes

in being alone

high moon

the bubbles of shampoo

in my children‘s hair

high moon

the pain winter holds

in mother‘s hands

high moon

in a forever

I will not see return

high moon

nearer our farmhouse

how the roof shine…shines

high moon

our teenager late…

the sudden phone off its head

high moon

how alert the frog pond

to the firefly‘s light

high moon

the bag-lady‘s old pram

turning round the corner

high moon

reading her letter

my cigarette‘s glow