Sailor Moon

Maybe because I’m currently reading Moby Dick, I want to call this one a sailor moon. The air is crisp tonight, the wind fresh and sharp. I can imagine this moon sailing over a vast dark ocean, presiding over the battle between the seasons. Yesterday the heat seemed to be winning, but today was grey … [Read more…]

Snow Moon

This moon is a whisper, sshh-ing over the shining face of the silent snow. Hold your breath or you won’t see it. Breathe the chill air, you will feel it. This moon can see you; it sees me; it’s a bright eye with a twinkle smiling at the night world. Maybe it smiles because it … [Read more…]

December Moon

This sky is the color “midnight blue” from a box of sixty-four Crayola crayons with sharpener, and it’s as featureless as the surface of that wax stylus when it was brand-new, shiny-smooth, as yet unmarked by fingernails or other crayons, still sharp and unbroken in its pristine wrapper with the neatly lettered, mysterious name. I … [Read more…]

November Moon

I wish I had a camera – or knew how to use a camera – to take a picture of the moon. I think of the moon as a friend. She is a companion in my evening walks, an encourager in my morning drives. I like to smile at the moon and imagine faraway loved … [Read more…]