Stephen Robertson

Slanting Lines

The moon in June

A crescent moon,

a winter sky.

It’s Jan, not June.

A red balloon,

way up high,

with crescent moon

from cold immune.

Let snow lie,

it’s Jan, not June.

A blue lagoon,

the deep blue sky.

The crescent moon

some cryptic rune.

The senses fly.

It’s Jan, not June.

Back home soon

warm and dry.

A crescent moon.

It’s Jan, not June.