Late Fall Moon

I can't touch the moon,
but moon knows how to touch me,
filling itself full

Just beyond half full,
ice moon pendant hangs from peak
of the black sky roof

Swelling moon belly
brings on birth of a new moon
almost same as old

Repeat, not repeat,
moon does not care what I say
as I caress change

Sometimes fingertips
have the itch to give whorls words,
na…