Zephyr Moon

Two nights ago the moon swung

Over the desert and the elephant-foot hills

Like a big gold scoop of butter.


Last night the moon hung

Over the the high mountains, netted with clouds,

Like an old brass coin.


Tonight the moon, unstrung,

Soars over the towers and the lake,

Like a cold silver dollar searchlight.


Through her constant changes among

Shape and colour and form

Like a bold wanderer, we move and change together.


24th August 2018