a Poem for today

Pinetop Moon

Standing on the edge of a dream, misty pink cocktail of light;
I realized that tomorrow is always a touch away,
the finding of dreams within shadows.
I do not hold the moon accountable for lost love,
though it was under her kiss that I found it.
Nor do I blame the pines for giving moonlight a beard
with their blackness of sorrow over lost sunlight.
Life moves us whether we like it or not,
moves us onto new paths to explore
and sometimes back onto old paths
where moonlight sits on top of the pines.