The Ring Beneath The Moon Poem by James McLain

Cloud's cover the sky when seen from below,
Thick green grass blanket's the hill.
A ring at the top that moves when one's still.

Open your eyes they contain, that element
Of surprise,
The surprise of what is yet to come, ripples
Are heard in the pond.

Those two pipes that lead from the pump,
Remind me of
Milk filling up the glass jars, coffee here is
Preferred over tea.

Deep here in the trees, shadows rise up to
Touch the moon
The ring in the middle is silver not gold,
Touched the right way I can feel.