October's Full Moon

it was the night before last as I recall

when after supper on the back porch I sat;

it was a wonderous sight to behold

a bright yellow and orange moon

as big as a child's imagination;

around it was a glow most eerie indeed

and from the center on all four sides

were wide banners of light rays that

resembled the Cross of Calvary;

there were no battle lines drawn in my mind

as to what I saw or didn't see but

it got my mental wheels turning and churning,

leaving no one else to blame for the

onslaught of thoughts and queries

racing around like wild horses that night;

I went to the Outer Banks of the Tarheel State

then trampled on the stones of the Golden Gate,

whispered into Myrtle on a summer wind

and drank a pint of beer at the Boar's Head Inn;

undistinguishable it was to detect

fantasy from fiction or poetry from prose

as it all merged together like the pedals on a rose

but assuredly so I would have to say that nary

a full moon have I seen than I saw that night

and nary has there been a time in my life

that my mind has worked harder than a 

Cotton Gin or my soul had been blessed 

by God's Gift of Salvation and Grace.

5 November 2020