The Moon and the Road

A Sonnet and Other Poems

I continue to be fascinated by the disparity of the moon’s role in our lives versus in its own existence. It has served as a timepiece by which we have measured months for millennia. But in its own endless orbits, such a measurement seems to have very little meaning.

The Moon and the Road

The young moon smiles and sets.  And headlights flash
And pass awa…