August Moon

A full August moon
Glowed in the midnight vapor
Above suburban roofs
And fields
Golden in its soft light.

Leaning on the doorpost
My gaze fixed
On ancient craters
And lava lakes
That surely captivated the attention
Of kings and emperors.

That’s the marvel of the moon.
It charms anyone
Willing to slip into the heavenlies
With the price of admission…

A gasp and a grin
A sensation deep within
And the time to take delight
In its mesmerizing light.