Poem
With which the moon-song, made,
in Autumn sun and Summer’s day.
Where lonely, not skies melt
down toward the fall of leaves so brown and gray -
into hazy winters lay -
The snow strewn world of yesterday.
For Autumn sunset by and by
For sunny skies of life gone high
And over out the moonbeams lay
Over waters day by day
Perchance to see the moonbeams dance
To be caught up in ancient trance
I long to lean into their light like-
Moonbeam angel’s flight
