Reading Poetry

It's been a while. I've been trying to improve my writing.. God, that's some tough stuff. Anyway, I hope you like this. Any thoughts welcome. Thanks.

Overthinking
and overdoing,
and set in my ways for a week,
or more

All dissolves under the
light of the bold
bloody orange moon
making her appearance last night

her belly pregnant with light
her skirt of craters
and faces
and myths.

The mother
I felt so close to.
I could relate to.
I could feel

the soft wisps as she came down
warm,
through the trees, kissing me
greeting me, and holding my hand

looking so much like my own.

being the common protector
whose movements, slow, with the
subtlety of maternity
the reflection warmer

than the source.

Give me love
but give it alone
in privacy of darkness

wrapping the tendrils of light
around me, vines
gently blurring into
the bare outlines of the cold
trees

into the chill and stillness
of night,
and rest
my head.