Briefly
the clouds parted
opening up a vast starry sky.
Soft rain clouds bow to Orion
framing the transforming moon
hanging there. Alone. Wild.
The moon has a secret,
A dance, so intimate
we rarely catch a glimpse
Like the view into a stranger’s window
elusive silhouettes.
Moon, you tease us.
And in an instant
the clouds shroud you once again
but this time they are thick
dull and opaque in the light of you
and the raindrops begin to fall
slowly.
Big, heavy drops, now one and then…the other
The wind breathes
the trees rustle, dancing in your slowly dimming glow
And as you disappear from sight
the grand finale;
Sharp, icy crystals
falling helter-skelter, bouncing off the roof
resounding on the soaked redwood deck
Marin, January 2019