Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Orange Moon

Driving home 'round the bend
I ran into an orange moon.
It was hanging right in front of me,
right between the tall oak trees.

It stole my breath in a second
It took my heart, right then and there.
I fell in love with you again
by the sight of this orange moon.

I headed north down Randall Road
and feared that I would loose it.
But there it was, just left of me,
that orange wafer of a moon.

It sailed so smoothly, yet shyly hid
between the trees and in the clouds.
No way for it to go unnoticed,
this larger than life orange moon.

I wondered if others thrilled over
this touchable site within the sky.
I wondered if Cosmo would mind
if I borrowed his moon tonight.

At that very moment, we connected
as I felt you viewing...
that same orange moon.

4 comments:

Eeyore said...

Thanks.
I'll show my wife the poem.
Kinda says it, doesn't it?

Vivian said...

Your welcome. It really is amazing how that autumn moon can be so orange and huge when it first comes up.

welcome to my world of poetry said...

I loved this, infact I think the moon is an escellent subject to write about,

Thanks for becoming my 205th follower, very much appreciated.

Yvonne.

Vivian said...

Thank YOU, Yvonne, for stopping by and letting me know you liked this poem.
And you are welcome...205...good number. : )