Fat Moon

I usually don’t write poems that rhyme; however, this one insisted.  In fact, it demanded the use of only one rhyming phoneme: ‘ -oon’, as in ‘moon’.  Feisty little thing, wanting to be heard.

Fat Moon
Fat moon in barrel,
Red leaf on moon;
Raindrops on branches,
World in a swoon.
Logs on the fire,
Radio plays a tune;
Grey hair at my temples:
Too soon, too soon.