Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Soon, Blueberry Moon

by Kersten Christianson

those blue-
berry moon picking
fingers will stain bright
violet hues.  You forage in the light
of the berry moon, drop fruit in a Folgers
can fastened by rope, buffered by the curve
of your body.  Pulled into the dream of a bear
sharing its abundant crop, blue shadows
in wild moonlight, the moon so round you could reach
into the night sky
and pick it.

1 comment:

  1. Of all the various names for the August moon, I like this one the best. Blueberry Moon! Your poem is lovely.