Vignettes of Full Moon…


when shivering nights
huddled beneath foggy opacity
of the mist’s quilt,
echo with shrill lupine calls,
an opal moon casts
silver apparitions on snow-dunes,
painting eucalyptuses in
sighs of argent memories,
as wizened fingers try
to ease warmth into frozen limbs.

snowflakes whisper psalms
to atheist storm clouds grumbling
at chilly touch of boreas,
caressing powdered arms of trees
in prayers, that will bud into
chartreuse blessings in springtime,
a glutton moon yearns
to taste honeyed sunshine
beyond the threshold of ughten,
warming arthritic limbs.

thawing snow prophesies
blooming artless daffodils,
like scented giggles of a cherub,
cawing crows foretell
drawing end of inglenook eventides
and mornings perfumed
in wafting warmth of eggnog lattes,
a mixed feelings moon peers down
to smell blossoming beginnings of spring.

blushing as nubile maiden
like a tint of cerise dawn on night,
the moon reflects hues
of nascent spring blooms~
herb moss pink and wild phlox,
fishes throng upstream rivers,
and it is emblazoned on night sky
as epilogue of dying winter,
kisses of frost glow
as sun-dust freckles on windows,
left by setting pink moon
on clarity of winter morns.

earth abounds in fragrant flowers
overflowing spring’s basket,
cows in pastures over-brim
cauldrons of milkmen,
moon is a luscious bowl of cream
slowly lapped away
by celestial feline in dark nights,
named after the hare,
it is symbolic of prolific May~
the month of fragrance,
when butterflies in brocades
feast on nectarine mocktails.


strawberries ripen
in pouring tequila sunshine,
as aspirations on stalks of existence,
roses bloom in rapture
as redolent susurrus of summer,
the moon breathes deep
to inhale a scented blend
of sweet strawberries–
reminiscent of jams and pies
and the romance of roses
seen in lovelorn eyes,
scented in lovers’ stolen kisses.


bipolar moods of weather
sweat brine from heat worn brows,
wreathing frowns on azure
of burrowed grey clouds,
trumpeting the advent of tempest,
the sheepish moon
is drenched in rain as it tries
to use clouds as parasols,
while rain-songs are strewn on puddles
changing them into rain-chimes.


sturgeons crowd river beds
as a reddish moon yearns for a taste,
of aromatic fish curry
brewed in a kitchen of delicious dreams,
the corn is juvenile
yet not ready for harvest,
so lunar appetite must be appeased
by meals of seasoned sturgeons,
ripened mangoes lure
the gaze of voyeur moon,
as it salves sunburns of earth
blistered by sweltering sunshine.


ripened crops
are harvested in bright sheen
of pouring moonlight exuberance,
as autumnal equinox draws near
covering dust trails in burnished desires~
mottled in russet and tangerine,
denuding trees of their humility
and soft rustling, verdure,
while a moody moon perches
on skeletal boughs, watching
splattered water colors of fall.


hunters track their prey
in honeydew amber radiance
of a moon alit closest to earth’s bosom,
leaves pepper soil in cinnamon sighs–
watching spilled blood
and withering foliage, the moon
watches autumn mature,
its nostrils filled
in piquant potpourri sighs
and taste of apple cider
lingering on its silver tongue.


frost covers the wrinkles
of silver moon yearning on chilly nights,
for pints of whiskey-warmth
and steaming cups of cappuccinos
~painting froth mustaches on upper-lips,
it rubs benumbed fingers together
as beaver traps are set
to attain warm fur for impending snow.
armchairs are laved in honeyed glow
of cackling hearth flames,
while a shy moon scatters
poetic epistles in November chill~
scribing silent nights in sonnets.


nights are stretched longer
as an aging sun sleeps more, leaving
the moon to cuddle within cloudy blankets
in snow-kissed chill of night,
wispy snowflakes are kisses
of moonlight floating in the cold,
while a frostbitten moon
waits impatiently for
virgin kiss of mellowed sunrays
and for hot broth
to clear its clogged throat
at a much awaited breakfast…


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