Photo by Ashley Gravett

Morning Moon

This morning I breathed into the morning moon and smiled

it was there out the window peeking through the tree

as if to say good morning just to me

Words don’t seem sufficient to describe all that I see

there are always words, just sometimes they come later

Later, gaiter

See you sometime, sunshine

Sunshine warm on my tender skin,

as a hear a man say to his daughter

“Wouldn’t it be nice to sit up there and write notes all day?”

Yes, I say, but we have only been here a few moments

you did not see all the wandering and pondering accomplished today