The Full MoonBehold …
The moon … Old Gold Bold Swollen Softly striding through the heavens. After all these years The fat ripe melon Still catches me by surprise Still takes my breath away Still steals my heart. Behold … The moon … Old Gold Bold Swollen Softly striding through the heavens. |
The New MoonBehold …
The moon … Old Cold Pin thin A skinny grin The colour of tin Icily slicing through the sky. I wonder why After all these years It catches my eye Catches my breath Captures my heart. Behold … The moon … Old Cold Pin thin A skinny grin The colour of tin Icily slicing through the sky. |
The January MoonThe January moon made a hell of a show
Over Helsinki all covered in snow Between the buildings, the midnight glow, Then early morning way down low Tangled itself in power lines – oh no! Played with the street lights all a-glow Like a ball being tossed to and fro Then dropped out of sight – it had to go. But the moon over Helsinki made a hell of a show. |
February MoonThe fat February moon wrapped itself in a dark grey cloak
And hid from the eyes of worldly folk. It crept unseen Across the stormy sky And all I could do Was wonder why I felt so cheated, depleted, sad. The full February moon came and went ... And only the stars saw. |
March MoonWhen this moon marched in, fat and ripe
About to cross the sky in a mighty swipe, I was ready. I caught its shine In my glass of wine And mmmmmm, It tasted goooood! |
April MoonApril moon,
You don't fool me. You're not tangled in the dead wood tree. You're just playing. Up you rise Beyond the branches That laced you in, Beyond the hill hugging horizon, Into the beautiful black sky freckled with diamonds. |
May MoonMoon in May -
What can I say? The best this year for sure. Heaving heavy and bulging from the ocean Full, fat, old, gold, Tip-toeing moonbeams Across the waves to the shore We hoped for a glimpse - You gave us much more. |
June MoonJune moon?
So soon? Really? So clear, so near, but here already? Really? Now I understand how you grow so fat so quickly. You gobble my days greedily, speedily, frenziedly feeding... Until suddenly another month has gone. |
July MoonThe moon in July
Sailed through a winter sky, Crisp and cold and clear. It hung, quite near, Like a fat ripe fruit Ready to be plucked from the tree. |
August MoonThe moon in August,
Ripe and robust, Rhyme it? Of course I must. For there it rises yet again, The colour of rust and orange dust, So calm, so hushed. |
Blue Moon (August)
In a sky that swipes the night
With little flecks of light
The blue moon peeped its big orange head
From behind the hills.
It went on its merry way
Beaming its beauty onto the bay
Afloat with silent bobbing boats,
Making the end of our long blue day ...
Peaceful.
Funny thing this ...
That a blue moon can lift blue spirits
And make hearts beat again.
With little flecks of light
The blue moon peeped its big orange head
From behind the hills.
It went on its merry way
Beaming its beauty onto the bay
Afloat with silent bobbing boats,
Making the end of our long blue day ...
Peaceful.
Funny thing this ...
That a blue moon can lift blue spirits
And make hearts beat again.
September Moon Over MexicoSame moon,
Different sky, Silver orb Sits smug on high. As morning comes It dips its coat tails into the sea, Trailing them in the ship's white wake. Soon it sinks into the vast ocean To rise at home in my own back yard. |
October MoonFull-bodied and over-ripe,
The moon rose over the October night. Bursting at its seams It spilled its light. Breathless ... I watched it dance on the lake, Tumble down the tiles on rooftops And bounce off passing traffic.. Then, snug as a bug in a rug, It tucked itself up in a bed of cloads And rested. |