Two from the moondancer

Why Is It When The Moon Is Full?
Bells buzzing doors ringing
loons calling
starry eyes drip

Haloes breaking voices pleading
every smile leaves a poet whining

another cuckoo dances an offering
for bright feather who's off again
a flock gathers to wait

the worlds gone insane

it's nothing unusual
just the moon is full

and riding high


With Gifts From Sirius The Dog Star
Too bright for the gloom
she's happiest roaming the banks
wearing a smile as welcome
as sea breeze on a scorching shore

I'd buy her a golden pen for life
and peel birch each dawn
but she writes in sand
to watch it dissolve

so briefly profound
yet forever and a day etched
in my mind

a bird is best kept
with open doors
though some return and others don't

deep in thought she walks
along the coast