this night of moonstruck lunacy
she winks at us through bud-tipped trees
suspended on penumbral cusp
this Spring’s first full-faced moon displays
her edge, in crescent-shaded gray
while worms emerge from frozen dust
churning the soil swelled with seed
a feast where robins flock to feed
like a diamond in the rough.
kat ~ 24 March 2016
A Nove otto in response to Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry prompt. Read more poems or enter your own HERE.
Nove Otto is Nine lines (nove) with eight (otto) syllables to the line. The rhyme scheme is: aabccbddb.