The Many Colors of a Moonstone

haiku/senryu

artwork by my dear daughter, photo by Rachel B. Baxter

The strawberry moon
is waning and the spiders
are misbehaving —

I’m shopping for a
moonstone and dying my hair
too many colors.

Sometimes change is a
craving that’s never fulfilled
in this life, at least.

Read my other poem about the Strawberry Moon.