Whew – almost didn’t make it. Not Without Poetry asked us to recycle and take an older poem in a newer direction which I started but it was a little too close to me yet. So here’s one from a winter ago. I had to fill in a couple words that I couldn’t quite decipher and I gave it a little different ending.
The Biggest Full Moon
I stepped out to see the moon
on my way to bed.
I knew I couldn’t stay.
Even without the wind
it was four above.
But the yard was white
and striped in that
purply-blue.
The birch gleamed.
The snow squeaked as I
closed the door and
crossed the porch.
Through the dark branches
the moon, big and shining,
high in the mottled navy sky
and above it
the looming orange of mars.
My breath hung
closer to the ground
but my heart flew with the moon.Mary Beth Frezon January 2009
