My moon that night!

Well past midnight in March

A large orange moon hung

Precariously near the swishing

Tree that could have it stung.

A lone sheet on the clothesline,

I fluttered in the large balcony;

Left over to be dried, I saw

The moon, try some alchemy.

It glowed in pride.

The big circle with the marks;

It charmed me next

With such sparkling sparks

Full in shape that night,

Although I’d earlier romanced,

Hanging in forlorn nights,

Some slender crescents that’d advanced.

Reaching my hand out

I shouted and called it in,

“Careful! The frenzied twigs”

I’d seen in it some of my kin.

Gloomy I sulked back.

They gave no mouths to textile!

Feared a scratch on the delicate face,

But my screech was just futile.

The rope shivered and I

Called out the cheeks of heaven,

“Stop the ugly play of Wind or

Haul my darling away but in safe haven.”

Peeped she out, unveiling

From the ashen Cloud;

Painting a pale hapless smile,

Just to slip back in her shroud.

Wind halted to grin at me,

Towing in along heavy grey fate;

Her veil swelled up!

And started shedding weight.

I scoffed back at him

For his self goal that night;

Scary twigs quit their game, and,

I was drenched again for her delight.