I like the way this moon evolves from a sedate dormancy into a kind of mercurial quicksilver life and thence, before we know it, into -- uh oh! -- that dangerous presence which makes the nerves jangle and interferes with peace and proper rest and...
Grand multi-mood poem... reminds me of good New York School poetry... Kenneth Koch, et al.
Thank you Tom, Red and WB. Grand to hear from you all and read your generous comments. Must have been a good poem rising.