The Halo Moon

A hazy, halo moon waits for us over the next hill

shining in the gloom – is this a beacon or a ghost?

I keep Sam on his lead as I tread our usual route

up the cobbled street beside the dark still water.

There are few reflections across the opposite shore

just the outstretched fingers of thrashing reeds.

We listen intently to the knock-knocking of  the little boats

as they bounce against the harbour wall.

My eyes strain to see McGhee’s cottage with its all-night glow

as Sam and I climb the pathway towards home.


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