odd dome

 in the dark before dawn

near portland’s west hills

a low cloud lit from below

hovers like an odd dome

eerie, disquieting not to know

what it is or how it came to be

dream as warning?

 dream scenes unsettle

so haunt our awakening

fearful, we wonder

orange moon fleeing

part ripe, orange harvest moon

part eaten by earth’s shadow

pales yellow as it rises

as though drained and frightened

at its need to flee from costumed

humans preparing to celebrate

halloween