Saw the moon
In several phases
Full and bright
Up in the sky
Casting shadows
On snowy ground
Peek a booing
Between purple cloud
Appearing with glimmer of light
Got me to thinking
My phases are
Like the moon
Nights full of hope
With dreams ahead
Of a new tomorrow
To share with
Our world
Thoughts peek a booing
Before Slipping away
Getting caught in
Purple cloud

Dog ate my poem
Or could it be bad gateway
Poem non existent

For those who grab
A tissue from
A box
Handkerchief from
Sagging pants
Gum in crinkled wrapping
Hot chocolate steaming
In paper cup
An ear to listen
When no words
To speak
Just a knowing
Presence
All is well
All is well

Fall  is all around
Brilliant Oranges and yellows
And shh mum's the word

Not served for desert
And sometimes hard to
swallow
Slice of humble pie

I write when I'm sad
Just chasing my blues away
Waiting for the sun