Full moon in the sky
which means that both of us,
the moon and I, will be on the
dark side of the earth tonight
It is quiet here,
the moon standing vigil
and the trees painting shadows on the dark houses.
(there is an abandoned picture book on my lap,
all vibrant colors and once-upon-a-time stories)
The wind sweeps past,
fluttering the corners of the book
as if sifting for nonexistant gold--
turning the pages, one by one.
(Poetry Friday roundup here.)
P.S.- I've been reading tons of great Halloween poems lately, so you can expect to see a lot of poetry coming up this month!