POETRY

Lenten Moon

Two for the March full moon

iphone photo by author (hipstamatic app)

Swimming in the restlessness of tidal pull
I watched her glide with clean strokes
through the evening
barely leaving a wake
that the eye could observe
but I felt it break through the fast,
a wave crash of wild desire
toward an unknown

Rich as sacrifice
her silky rise through
a many-petaled twilight

Where leaves return,
wanderlust will follow

Awakening
light worms its way in through the blinds
to awaken
hungry hope that had been taken
away fast asleep. Now it finds
a shine like the dawn, long reclined,
awakening

I don’t know what it is about spring for me, since I profess to adore the fall and homey-ness of winter so much (winter, such as it is in Texas), but the second that redbud blossoms and there’s some warm humidity to the air, it flips a switch and I am restless as all get-out. Country music on the radio, windows down, I am ready…