--- Sleigh Ride
It's a chore to wrestle the moonlightfrom an untroubled southern sky
when the moon's in a phase to slumber and laze
dark to the northern eye.
I've promised my darling a sleigh ride,
and a kiss is the promised prize.
So it's my chore to wrestle the moonlight
and gather some stars on the side.
For Karin's prompt at Real Toads. Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.