Moon — Hour 2

She went outside after hours
just to see what the sky looked like
and discovered that
the soft moonlight reminded her
of her love, so many miles away.
She stayed there all night,
staring up at her memories
until the moon began to fade into the light
and she could say
“Good morning, love.”

Ode to Poetry — Hour 1

How simple, yet flowery,
You can be,
Whether you’re describing
A mushroom, a grasshopper,
Or a vegetable.
I long to be just as concise
And to the point.