I dream when night is coming on.
My friend is standing near, it seems.
I turn toward her but she is gone.
The pink blooms on this tree are high,
too high for me to reach alone.
I want to pick them and I try,
but cannot pick them on my own.
My friend is there to help me get
the blossoms there, and more beyond--
This is what I'd hoped, and yet
I turn to see that she is gone.
I think about her in the spring,
the blossoms high and birds on wing.
Carol Louise Moon is a Northern California poet published in regional journals, as well as state poetry society journals in three states. She loves working with poetry forms, as well as free verse. She believes she inherited the gift of poetry from her Great Grandfather who was both a minister and a poet. She attends several poetry workshops and believes it is the best way to hone the craft. Carol Louise's son writes lyrics for music, as well.