Groundhogs And The Moon

"Groundhogs And The Moon"                         

It was a groundhog's moon's clouding shrouding.

Wasn't late in June when the moon came through the clouds.

But in December as I remember.

Or was it September?

A groundhog stuck its head out of the earth.

Like the moon a face out of a cloud in its shroud.

An earth clouded February was golden olden and beholden to the night stars above.

One cold afternoon a groundhog came out to see a short winter season.

This had no rhythmical or rhyming reason.

What it saw, I can't ignore.

A shadowed silhouette of Jupiter's moon on one cold day's afternoon.

Missing was a glorious crooner's June tune.

Spring had sprung and the world began at the beginning.

The earth was still spinning.

I was still winning.

In new born days.

There was a page worn and a torn bluesy haze.

In a new phase of the moon.

Who made up that phrase, "a black haze?"

Fracking the daze.

By Jonathan Billet ~... 11.06.2014