The full moon, foolish, yet
It takes its hovering and
Its haunting seriously as
It shines over the sky and
Beams into our windows.
Every month for twelve, it
Takes its plumpest shape
And beams a bright light
My way. Its effects make
Me foolish as if I had been
There, on the moon's face
Lighter in its atmosphere
Less weighty and serious
Myself, ready to play each
Month in the clear bright
Moonshine of a full moon
Category Archives: Night skies
Winter’s wolf
The sassy moon fulsome and
Full, plump, hanging low in the
Center of my sky, even as the
Morning light begins to clear
Away the night that was never
Truly dark under the shine of
That fat moon or the electricity
From high-rises in its vicinity
Skies at night have no right to
Be so bright, and if they must
Be so, the moon should be the
Only beacon, the only light that
Paves the way, the sassy moon,
The savvy moon, January's light
A poet inhabits this sky
The depth of clouds
Who sits in judgment when
The sky turns dark, clouds so
Rich in blackness and texture
As to invite a pad and ink to
Navigate its appearance. You
Need to document what you
See when the billowing clouds
Burst through with a charcoal
So brilliant as to shape your
Vision and leave an outline in
Your memory. The sky wants
Nothing more than to write a
Commentary on contrast and
To commemorate the evening.
Clouds substantial, shadowy
Wispy, solid float overhead,
The contrasts made real and
Solid in dusk turning to night
Looking over
I look over a field of cranes, all
Sprung up over the rooftops to
The west. How high will they
Bring the fence encircling my
Views? New Year's in Central
Park or the ceremonies ahead
Of the marathon won't sparkle
In my living room, if sky-risers
Cut me off. Tall this, big that
Will fill my scenic sights. I will
Have the clouds and the moon
Is it? Can it be?
Is it the night sky, in my nights
As in my days, an urban force
That greets me, twinkling as if
Bulbs were stars or fluorescent
Lights completely natural? In
Our habitat they are. Of course.
Off course. Don't veer so far as
To look for a pole, either north
Or south to guide you to your
Residence. Look just a few, a
Very few blocks to the west or
East, really in any direction to
Find your way home. All the
While enjoying the night sky.
Tamara, really 