If Forever Had a Name

November boasts its blue moon
Where the sky claims four instead of three
Waxed full, this abundant season,
And I feel the chill hanging in the air
Steely as the moon itself
As it begins the wane 
Towards that cold moon before winter,
And while I hover on this lunar ride
Between the equinoxes
I miss you, 
And I need to hold you
For  when I hold you it feels like forever
And if forever had a given name
It would be yours




november 2010 
 

 


 
Awarded by Poetic Constellations  ~ Christine