Poem Category: High Moon

high moon

last train home

how my face looks looking out

high moon

the dart of squirrels

to the kid‘s tree house

high moon

a defect notice

behind the windscreen‘s ice

high moon

a river runs-off

with the mountain

high moon

the little town school

that father taught

high moon

my absent child

may well look to

high moon

the turtles walk around me

back to the sea

high moon

our bike rides alone

in black and white

high moon

most of the herb beds

mint-scented