lunacy

Lovely Luna is waxing and nearly full. Here's one of my Lunar Cycle poems, this one published in Life in Me Like Grass on Fire. This one was inspired by being surprised by the moon being clearly visible one early afternoon in Reisterstown.

lunacy

I love to see
the moon
at noon
high
hanging
in cerulean
sky
fighting
the bright Sun
proving
Her own power
does not rely
on His
absence