Comings and Goings

Another Sonnet for the Moon

Over this past week, the monsoon winds and rain have finally arrived. But thus far no poems have come of it. Instead I have yet another look at the moon and her comings and goings.

Return

Stepping along the unseen roads of night,
The moon looks down as one who leaves awhile,
And shyly, softly, smiles a slow sad smile.
All golden is she, and her brow is bri…