We had a light coating of snow today that reminded me of how ash settles on the pieces of the wood kiln. On my evening dog walk the horse in the neighboring field stood at the crest of the hill back lit by a steel gray sky. The moon has grown so it resembles last night's leaf plate and the light is beautifully reflected on the fresh coat of snow.
IF THE MOON HAPPENED ONCE
If the moon happened once,
it wouldn't matter much,
would it?
One evening's ticket
punched with a
round or a crescent.
You could like it
or not like it,
as you chose.
It couldn't alter
every time it rose;
it couldn't do those
things with scarves
it does.
By Kay Ryan
IF THE MOON HAPPENED ONCE
If the moon happened once,
it wouldn't matter much,
would it?
One evening's ticket
punched with a
round or a crescent.
You could like it
or not like it,
as you chose.
It couldn't alter
every time it rose;
it couldn't do those
things with scarves
it does.
By Kay Ryan
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