October Moon
The “O” of October,
shiny and white, pouring down
into the leafless forest.
In the glow, the snowy owl wakes,
feathers puffed out against the cold.
Perhaps it dreams of the rabbit some
see on the moon’s face.
The moon’s light flickers in the stream.
Frost outlines fallen oak leaves in crystal white,
crackling under the doe’s feet as she roams the woods.
Moon sits high in the sky, with only one face to us–
only the stars can see the other side.
Third Wednesday 2016
