A moon poem and two haikus.  It helps take my mind off things.  The images were pulled off the internet.

 

Moonlight awakens

Gaze, frolic, cavort, dream, dance

Full moon moon madness

 

Gazing out window

Moonlight bathes in glowing light

Moon madness is real

 

What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the full moon, waking me from slumber.

Drawn, I gaze at the pearly light bathing the trees.

My feet move on their own, outside,

wanting to touch the silvery light.

Dancing, swaying, cavorting,

I am a little mad with full moon madness

 

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Morning light is my favorite.
When the sun is slipping, stealing,
peering above the horizon,
just before becoming full day.

Light chases shadows;
oranges, yellows, reds.
Warm and fuzzy shades.
The light hits the high points,
leaving folds of shadows on
hills and trees.

The sleepy birds chirp themselves awake.
Cats yawn and stretch, and
dogs shake and wag their tails.
Shorebirds, ducks, and geese start their
daily search for tasty morsels.

I love the morning light. 
When it hits the ocean waves
And softens the blues and greens
of the water.

I love the morning light
as it slips over the neighbor’s fence
and slowly lights up my breakfast.

I love the morning light
as it chases away the darkness of night
and always brings with it the promises
of another day; people to meet and things to do.

Like a warm blanket being pulled over shoulders,
I drove home in twilight and fog.
Tiny stars were twinkling overhead;
the fog was floating, ethereal
blurring everything, making headlights look owlish.
The quarter moon hung in the western sky
gauzy from the fog and clouds, shining brightly.
Past Christmas lights and stop lights,
I pull into the driveway, to home.

Like a blanket slowly pulling back from feet,
the morning woke slowly during my commute.
Fog blanketed the coast,
shapes and lights appearing and disappearing
in the floating white whisps.
Then over the hill – the orange sun bursting from
the retreating cloud cover.
Blue sky peeked while the clouds were
slowly drawn back.
The sun lit the hills and water,
chasing away the clouds, bringing light.
The day is starting joyfully.

I live on the coast, so we have fog.  I lived inland for many years and rarely got fog, and I missed it the whole time.  I love all the different kinds of fog.  I love fog in the morning; I love fog in the evening.  I grew up with fog every day so I am used to it, and it is nice to be back to it. 

Sometimes I am inspired to write poems.  Don’t expect much!  I am not a good poet, but when one comes it usually just flows right out with few edits, and when that happens I just go with it, rather than worry too much how ‘good’ it is.  So here are two for you.  The second is a haiku, which I just started writing about a year ago.

FOG ACROSS THE BAY

The fog lies softly
Floating over the water
long, thin, stretched.
The hills peep from behind
the water shimmers below
The fog hovers, keeping
hills and water separate
Softly it floats
with white wisps it hovers
pleasing the eye with mystery

FOG HAIKU

Grey on grey fog creeps
Concrete and mists swirl and eddy
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