Walking by moonlight—
 
perhaps on the way a fox
 
will stop to greet me.

 
 
 

Warm summer evening—
 
moonlight slips through my window
 
like a furtive cat.

 
 
 

Moonlight in my hand
 
weighs less than a fly’s left wing
 
or a spider’s breath.

 
 
 

On a battered door
 
moonlight shines for a moment
 
and then passes on.

 
 
 

Mid-autumn riddle:
 
Who can carry the moonlight
 
in a silver spoon?

 
 
 

Near the blue dumpster
 
two women dance by moonlight—
 
in love, out of step.

 
 
 

Moonlight serenade—
 
an owl swoops down from the oak
 
to embrace a mouse.

Fisherman

 
 
 

Barefoot fisherman—
 
only moonlight fills the hold
 
as he heads for home.

Owl

 
 
 

By moonlight an owl
 
makes its way back to its nest
 
with a half-dead mouse.

Ballooning

 
 
 

not enough moonlight
 
to see down the woodland path—
 
my ballooning fear