Red Moon Flight

There was red

around an irregular moon

clouds swirled

steamed milk

into chilled soup gloom

Patterns moved

with the shifting wind

stirred 

but the red remained

the same

I imagined a witch

flying up there

broom tail switching

throwing stars around

Now and then Arcturus showed

smaller than in summer

still his orange halo glowed

star of joy

guard my wish tonight

guide the witches erratic flight

she circles the red ring moon

trying so hard

to make things right.