steven k. smith

(Un)veiled Moon

Night time, and the moon has drawn
A gauze veil of alto cirrus clouds across her face.
Not the sort of veil that conceals,
But rather, draws attention to her features.
Just enough density to show the intent to hide,
But shear enough to reveal details
If you concentrate...

and encourages concentration.

The wind boldly blows back the veil as I watch
And an owl hoots impolitely from the trees "Woo, hoo..."
Brazen hussy that she is, the moon doesn't blush
And makes no move to recover herself.
She flies free and naked above the silhouetted
Pine trees lining the horizon, and
I suddenly envy her.