Full Moon

The moon this morning is
A great symphony
A large rolling marble
A reflection of me.

I can see
Ragged mountains
And a hungry rabbit in
The full moon glow.

Down on the beach below
White moonlight shines
On the ice--
Silver black tarnished glow.

Now the sun rises
And the moon in the west
Rolls down below
A circle of burning coals.

The moon is down but still
Trembles in me--
 A Bach symphony.