i was surprised and not surprised

last night, after dark

that i was so enchanted by the beauty of the full moon

surprised by the depth of the enchantment

not surprised

for the full moon, any phase of the moon

causes me to take note, to appreciate and wonder

it has been a summer

of intense heat, smoke and drought

too much of it spent indoors, i lost track

of the phases

last night was an awakening from my summer stupor

a reminder, a taste of nights to come

as i walked

my inclination was to share the image, which i can do 

though it conveys only a hint of the reality

but to write of it

i haven't the skill, my adjectives

would not be up to the task, rather

a suggestion—

imagine an autumn night, a forest, a full moon above

a harvest moon, a corn moon, as some call it

a country road

a view to the southeast, a thin veil of high clouds

whatever image or images

come to mind

will clearly outshine any words i might conjure