I step into the night
to see the full moon.
Low on the horizon,
it looks big,
golden, bright,
behind thin clouds.
The air is soft and cool,
perfumed with Honeysuckle,
distracting me from the moon—
I close my eyes
and breathe deeply.
Opening them again,
I watch the moon,
the clouds,
then am distracted once more:
spring’s first
frog serenade.

A full moon,
cool breeze,
Honeysuckle-sweetened air,
the song of little frogs…