Pissing and Writing Under the Moon

A sonnet of love and amazement

Poet’s photo of the scene an hour after I saw what inspired the poem. An hour earlier at 430 am it was too dark for the phone to capture the yellow quarter moon between the two tallest trees on the hill.

Step outside on porch to relieve myself
ahh, 30 degrees cooler whence I ran
early morn’ moon rising over hill’s shelf
smiling twixt two trees captures mine eyes span

I love Rhiannon’s waxing quarter phase
‘specially yellow large on horizon
would my…