Silver

moonlight runs into
the soft hollow of your throat
and spills down your breast

blue black night
the grey owl
becomes the moon

Lycanthrope

ripped from a deep sleep
waking up in tattered clothes
not sure where I am

full moon rising
my true form
no longer hidden

Contour

tracing my fingers
across the sinuous curves
of your arching back

the crescent moon
your lips turn
towards mine

Emergence

a wolf’s low howling
echoes down the canyon walls
mournful and hollow

bathed in sunlight
a new swallowtail
unfurls it’s wings

Glimmers

slow rhythmic moonlight
shining across the surface
of a mountain lake

an old rope swings
calm lake water
before the fall

Nocturne

relaxing at last
working out in the garden
under the moonlight

high silver clouds
a beaver breaks
the water’s surface

Aglow

the round amber moon
slides behind a silver veil
woven in the sky

heat lightning
revealing clouds
from within

Rescue

the moon overhead
a toad lifted from the lane
sitting in my hand

walking together
for the first time
your hand finds mine

Moonlight

light from the full moon
spills through the open window
and pools on the floor

waning
molten silver
moonlight

Patience

adrift in the tide
seagulls carving lazy arcs
through the azure sky

becalmed,
awaiting the moon
and the fish