The peek-a-boo moon hides
Behind gnarled knuckles of cloud.
Its ancient gray face shines
With delight of being found.
I took this picture last night, perhaps an hour after I wrote “Cloudsong”. As soon as I had, I knew I’d write a poem about what I had captured and I knew, mostly, what the first two lines would contain. The only question left to me was just how many more lines I’d use to spin out this image. I thought I’d write four or six more. I was wrong.
(Photo Credit: Me on Instagram!)