LUNA, LUNA

Three o'clock moon
you bared a pale shoulder
this afternoon.
Swelling or shrinking
with each highway mile,
your demure fullness
makes me smile.
Luna, Luna--
your beauty mystifies
and draws us near
like some Rubenesque siren
needing adoration.
Luna, Luna--
you are loved.

Claudia Lowery
January 8, 2009