March Moon

March Moon at Bedtime

I sit in the 

dark kitchen

by the window

seeing the moon 

caught in the maple

like a kite or a ghost

resting upon a branch
 lighting the dark world
illuminating the brilliant
cold snow buried lawn.

I ponder on one 

precious light

snuffed dark

and wonder

if his spirit

rests at 

night.

JoMae

3/22/18