This eve, this eve of the super full moon
keeps me out waiting and wanting
to soak in his glorious moonbeams.
I've seen the beginning, the subtle shine
in my windows, tempting me to spend
all night winking at him, while he
winks in return, under the bower of leaves.
His other worldly glow illuminating the garden
casting shadows where nights past there
had been none, only outlines of shrubbery.
this July's full moon
illuminates night sky path
moon beams through star fields