Daybreak

The wind whistled at the moon
      raked every star like leaves
the rain poured a million tears
      stretched a river in flowing veins
thunder cut the clouds in two
      black night closed a torn sky
the sun spoke daybreak
      trees catch the afternoon

Near Full Moon

Her head glances
out of the clouds,
she giggles over evening's
black canvas.
Bright, yet bashful,
she covers her mouth,
silly, coy.

She bows in respect
to her spirit,
waiting for a groundhog
to show his face,
waiting for people
to accept her nod.

We smile at her
as she ducks
back under clouds,
like a child peeking
over bed covers.

(2007)