Dear Moon
Oh swarthy, starless night,
your filtered, speckled light
fans green feathered fronds
as I muse yesterdays and tomorrows.
Shine bright, dear moon,
pull ocean's tide over my toes,
smooth today's journey…
I'll take that as absolution,
stir your reflection, sip,
and sigh. Perhaps it's the martini,
but I feel lighter.
by Margaret Bednar
(originally written 3-20-2014) updated 9-12-2014