When Moon Is Full....(La Luna Llena)

Cada día el sol es nuevo
y cada noche en alguna parte
con vetusta cara le sonríe luna....

Who is blue when moon is full
before the sun drowns in silhouettes
etched by treetops

consumed in the fire shadows of western skies
where die days one by one

in slithering timeless night?

Do you hear the bright snow sliding into gray?

Do you see the rain?

Do you caress her tearful tresses and feel moist earth
under denuded sole?

[EAC July 2013]