A Moon in May

So many lovely lunar terms
For full moons in our seasons
Hunter, Harvest, Buck, and Worm
With Blue for special reasons
I missed the May Flower orb just gone
A voluminous bloom hid by the storm
It bathed me though before next dawn
Still button bright but blowsy torn
And peering down on rain soaked streets
Saw early birds with thirsty beaks
Had bowed their heads to take their fill
Of moon glazed puddles on the hill

I rarely write in regular meter or even rhyme but perhaps it was an effect from this mesmerizing moon that Carrie has offered up to prompt our Sunday Muse

33 thoughts on “A Moon in May

  1. Still button bright but blowsy torn
    And peering down on rain soaked streets

    The aftermath of a raucous night of stormy carousing. Very well done.

  2. Loved the sonnet-esqe form. Seemed like a way to be new/old talking about the moon. Never heard of the Worm moon!

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