‘Moon Haiku’ | Poetry by Virginie Colline
Moon Haiku
crisp December night
the moon is just a snowball
frozen in mid-air
Sisyphe de Montmartre
you roll your poetic moon
up the foggy stairs
cosmic latte moon
I saw the ghost of the sun
plain as I see you
she-wolf back in town
the sound of howling outside
or maybe inside