A Morning Moon Poem by Alfred Ramos

A slice of cantaloupe appeared in the patented sky
Brewing in the horizon a minted tea for you and I
A soft silvery fog slithers down the bronze hills
A morning tune of roosters duets with whippoorwills
A thundering fragrance of diesel fuel motors nearby
Carrying a cornucopia of foods to market for you and I
On a telephone wire a pair of crows caw
I exhale a frozen breath in total awe
A new dawn races in what appears a snail’s pace
A left over autumn breeze licks me in the face
When God puts his paint brushes away
A spritz of powder blue will fill the day
And when the day is over, what a tale I’ll have to tell
But you won’t believe it; you’ll just say I’m going to hell