Just now

Just now

 

I raised the blinds to see

the moon caught in the chestnut tree.

Lit from within

it shows its embers through its skin

 

and now again

 

up and to its right

another miracle of light

sits in a twig’s fork

like a puffed-on spark.

 

Soon,

 

when smouldering star

and glowing moon ignite

they’ll scorch away

this rumpled papery night.