BRIGHT NOCTURNE

The full moon hangs on the wearing night

and floods the fields with amber light

golden, haloed, sanctified

slumbers the swimming countryside

the pale road shines like bloodless rust

my feet are swathed in silver dust

and light in which the land is dressed

with that which glorifies my breast

illuminates unbearably

so much too beautiful for me!

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Photo taken by my husband!

TWO UNDER AN UMBRELLA

Come laughing with me into the rain

puddle-wet ... knee-high ... slush-mashed

nuzzling rain

turn and laugh

and curl into the world ...

follow the children dancing with spattered feet

or swinging in swings ...

spinning and vanishing over the street ...

Or let's run with the rivers of cats and leaves

away from the showers ...

until both of us drip and fade

like a handful

of paper flowers.