This one is for my best lady.

When I was young I always wondered why they said the Moon was made of green cheese when they talked about a blue moon and when it looked either white or yellow or orange to me… I can remember a few scary Orange Jack-O-Lantern moons when I was young in the Fall when I was out with Dad, Grandpa and a few Uncles Duck hunting… It was like a scary second Sunrise…

Something that I have been struggling to put into words for a long time.

A fantasy of Moonlight upon wandering souls when the night was cold and lonely.

A poem under that magical moment once in a blue moon real love happens.

February as usual is short. 2010 has special tidings in February with the Blue Moon and Valentine’s Day.

Tonight will be a blue moon.

They say magical things happen in a blue moon, is it?

Happy New Year!!!

New Year’s Eve Haiku.