Nox Oculis


Beverly McLoughland


I Talk With the Moon

    I talk with the moon, said the owl
    While she lingers over my tree
    I talk with the moon, said the owl
    And the night belongs to me.
    I talk with the sun, said the wren
    As soon as he starts to shine
    I talk with the sun, said the wren
    And the day is mine.

    Beverly McLoughland


Lemon Moon

    On a hot and thirsty summer night,
    The moon's a wedge of lemon light
    Sitting low among the trees,
    Close enough for you to squeeze
    And make moonade, icy-sweet,
    To cool your summer-dusty heat.

    Beverly McLoughland


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