
Shining between cracks;
winter sunlight through cupped hands,
moonshine through dead trees.

Shining between cracks;
winter sunlight through cupped hands,
moonshine through dead trees.

Tip of a tree branch—
broken nail hangs from the sky:
half-moon spectacle.

Lighting my pathway,
brilliant full moon above;
street lamp, just in case.

Tidal commander
smiles at me from miles away;
half-moon spectacle.

Moonlight sonata
on a bright summer’s evening
without Beethoven