When the Moon Hits Your Eye . . .

Most of my poetry is about the Moon. I am mesmerized by it. I even have the phases tattooed around my ankle!

I just love its energy and mystery. I'm trying not to make this sound too "new-age-y", but I really do have a fascination with the Moon. I could, theoretically, talk endlessly about it.

I am, in fact, compiling a book of Haiku strictly about the Moon. More on that as it develops, though. The following poem will be included, of course.



 

 

Lunar Spring Storm

 

Clouds drift across you

smile in the pin-prick starlight;

you blush through the storm.