MOON SHOTS
Cliff Saunders
i.
Watch out, flowers!
The moon
looks hungry.
ii.
It’s here, it’s there:
pilgrim moon
in the pines.
iii.
Not even an earthquake can shake
the fall moonlight
caressing the shore.
iv.
When the wind blows,
the moon and the stars
blaze with autumn colors.
v.
The song of a whippoorwill
at the edge of the woods:
moon feeling.
vi.
Here and now,
the moon
is all that matters.
vii.
Morning snow—
Venus and crescent moon
resurrecting the dead.
viii.
Over the river,
a full moon
lights the crow.
ix.
Midnight fog.
The moon just
quietly slips away.
Cliff Saunders has an MFA in Creative Writing from The University of Arizona. His poems have appeared recently in The Wayne Literary Review, Pedestal Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, Pinyon, San Pedro River Review, North of Oxford and RipRap Literary Journal. He lives in Myrtle Beach, where he serves as co-coordinator of The Litchfield Tea & Poetry Series.
