Super Moon

My fur also rises

I shiver under her power

and shake resolute.

Resolute and insatiable.

As shifting tides,

yield to a Super Moon

bathing unabashed

in a hammerhead bay in the Pacific.

Sister Moon placid,

as she slices through blackout curtains.

Until I witness her spirit here in the Northeast.

I am a wild thing
and she is a flirt.

As she straddles

cool peaks and crags

and I find myself drawn

to her again.

As I howl at her blood-red form

gulp down the afterglow above.

Sweet Deal

Bread and butter jam

honey into buzzing guest

sweetening the pot.

December Muse

It is December

And the days flicker by

in reel time

As the pencil thin

browns

weathered grays

traced in white

maternal pause

shielding the palette of young

green, purple, red, orange, and yellow,  

snuggled under leafy blankets

dreaming of Hawaii

and a resurgence

beyond the icy blast.

©12-4-13 Cornelia DeDona