long night’s moon

Finally  caught up. Today’s  NaHaiWriMo prompt is to write a haiku about the moon. I’ve never counted, but I imagine I’ve penned at least two or three dozen moon haiku, and probably read hundreds more. Why is it that haiku poets never seem to tire of writing about the moon? Perhaps it has something to do with its constant, soothing presence over the years. Even when we don’t see it, we know it’s there.

long night’s moon
I nurse my baby
back to sleep

Interestingly enough, I wrote a moon haiku on June 4th of last year, even though the prompt was “celebrity, papparazzi, or the trappings of fame”, not “moon” at all. (I was in Bend for the HSA quarterly meeting at the time.)

a big frog
in a small pond
full August moon