O Super Bella Luna,
you beckon a bit too early
as the brilliance in your reflected daylight
is delineated on freshly fallen snow;
a quickened fox yawns.
What sharp shadows you cast
at this hour, even the wine dark sea can be seen.
My alarm is set to keep watch
as you set in a red blaze of blue blood;
but not quite yet.
mjh+
letting go 