Strawberry moon
That’s what the weatherman called it
This morning
I see a full moon
Quite often
But this one has a name
So I must
Seek it out

Aftet dark
I tread lightly 
In my granny gown
And bare feet
The strawberry moon
Isn’t hard to find
Only it doesn’t look
Like a strawberry
It looks like a big, glowing ball
Of golden butter

The moon glows bright
Behind night-blackened
Branches and leaves
I move my head
This way and that
Trying to get
The best view
And in that moment
I gaze at the moon
Hear only silence in the night
And I smile