Susan Hawthorne #113 sonnet for poets

poets come daily for their mental stretches
as the full moon rises works its way
through the lunar phases and the sound
of waves on the shore travels up the hill
nearly four months through
we follow each writer's trajectory

their obsessions and idiosyncracies
from politics to deserts human
tragedy to simple daily delights
there are trees and clouds
lost loves and marsupials
even getting lost in a postal packet
ancient cows occasionally traverse the sky
or still lifes with furniture and fruit