Mary’s Moon

Mary told me of the great
outback moon.
Gold as distanceless space.
Born above the seawater
of the mist.
September opening its soul,
becalmed as a sail in stillness.
The marriage of summer
and fall,
with its child returning
to the heavens.
It’s a beautiful morning! She exclaimed.
The ethereal opening its eyes.
The cleansing of dreams.
A forte of happiness.
The bonhomie of love
with being alive.