masquerade ball ...
the hunter's moon peeks
through parting clouds
—Don Miller
About the author: I have been living, working, writing and raising a family in the Chihuahuan Desert of Southern New Mexico for about 20 years now. In addition to this poem, I have writings in and/or forthcoming in The Raintown Review, The Heron's Nest, Simply Haiku and RIBBONS.
A beautiful iamge.Here is my reply:
A child looking out
of the window...
suddenly the hunter moon
dawn peering
through swaying curtains...
my trying not to be seen