Three-Quarter Moon: Original Poetry

 

Meet me at two-thirty, said the three-quarter moon to me                                                               On the back porch in the shade where we’ll watch the chickadees

Rising in the daytime gives me so much more to see 

Snow capped mountains, fields of green, dogs and honeybees 

Quietly, we sit together observing nature for a time

The moon high up in her world, and me below in mine

I wonder if she has memories, because we’ve sat right here before

Two old souls just passing time, until our lights shine bright no more

Thank you for your company, I said, I’m alone too much these days 

Visits are few and far between, I whisper, as tears occlude my gaze

Sweet friend you’re never alone, I’m always here with you

A constant presence in your life, though I’m not always in view

Come back tomorrow to this shaded porch, and we’ll watch the birds awhile

That sounds lovely thank you, I nod, and gave the three-quarter moon a smile