Rising moon beach walk
the sun was dropping west
we stood on the beach
with wide expanse
Pacific Ocean vista
a luminous space
held us hypnotically
in the darkening eastern sky
It was beauty
that peeped over the arch
and slowly like an unfolding flower
it was the moon that rose
out of the sea
caught in a red glow
spreading a warm fiery path
‘stairway to heaven’ they call it
in Broome
Michael and I felt so elated
alone on the winter beach
except for one solitary pelican
and the vista just kept giving
the moon bestirred the world
steady silent self-assured
swelling our hearts with its light
stronger and stronger
against the dark of night
it was gift
wrapped in light
colour and beauty. No words just us
bursting with joy
this was a moment to reset my world
my days are measured by the moon
its wax and wane my calendar.
Haiku
winter beach
a full strawberry moon
sweetens each rock pool