My moon, my venus

Sunny day

Cool breeze

Cloud cover

Coffee buzz

Pain in neck 

Fresh eggs

Flour tortilla

Hmm Breakfast

My moon 

My Venus

Up, down

All the same

That poem was inspired by the following Satori Astrology, as I begin my time (Day Two) of satisfying my Capricorn Moon's craving for emotional security against the weeks of Scotch broom's siege now present ...  "I'd like to be out and about," that's Venus talking. Woods-bound I am stalled, but appreciate 'Up, down all the same." (Thanks to the one hundred and four year old Zen nun, again.) 

"So Venus desires are based on aesthetic appeal while moon desires stem from a craving from the emotional body." Satori