Full Moon – 11:26 p.m.
I’m wasting tonight’s moon
refusing to memorize its face
it is, frankly, exhausting
to regard another glowing moon
too hard to hold its perfection
as long as possible
before the waning
or worse
is simply gone, swallowed
by a forest of clouds
I wonder about the warblers
who wait for the brightest moons
and a southerly breeze
to carry them away
from these brisk autumn nights
where the trees shed
the air shivers
flying beneath the moon
to reach the place
where warm air breaths
a sighing
and their warm days
are filled with plenty