POEM: Moonlight Mystery [PoMo Day 13 – Ghazal]

I saw a silhouette in the moonlight,
a man who plodded snow that glowed moonlight.

I was mesmerized by the vagabond --
a night-owl nomad moving by moonlight.

What'd take me out into that night's cruel cold,
seeing only what shone in the moonlight?

A deadly urgent case must be afoot,
a riddle solved solely in harsh moonlight.

But maybe there's no beauty like the moon,
and maybe no light flatters like moonlight.

If so, the cold must be some puny stakes
against the milky glow of brisk moonlight.

And so I pull on boots and tug a hat
to venture out amongst the pale moonlight. 

And seeing night as did that wanderer,
I know the virtue life finds in moonlight.

Cold Moon Haiku

cold white circle
deformed in its reflection
upon black waters

 

howling lunatics
don’t make me fearful,
quiet ones do

 

glowing clouds
streaked thinly through the sky
moon’s canvas

 

silent evil
slid through night, watched over
by a cold moon

 

the moon is out
my bones have gone cold
i blame it not