skyward

Leaning over the kitchen sink

To see up and out skyward at
Moonrise.
That big old orange moon!
I know it will later
grow smaller and whiter,
but now in its space nestled amongst
the old pine tree limbs it's like a
big round plate full of
something delicious to
look at and to feel forlorn with;
I droop my head
Sink into dreams
Then when I raise my eyes again
That Splindid Moon has become
a beacon of white light,
to guide me through the night!