Thursday, December 17, 2015

Frederick Smock: "Moon"

The day lengthens,
the old earth tips its hat
to the moon.

The changeful moon
goes through many phases,
even in a single night,

though it is the same
moon as ever, we know this.
We are the changes.

"Moon" by Frederick Smock. Text as published in The Bounteous World: Poems (Broadstone Books, 2013). Reprinted by permission of the poet.

Art credit: Untitled photograph by Suppakij1017/Shutterstock.

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  1. gosh, so brilliant. Have never read this poem before.
    Shall miss your postings immensely.
    I have learned so much,
    but wish you well for whatever comes next.
    Again, Thank You.

    1. Thank you so much. It has been a joy. I wish you all the best. (But we still have a couple of weeks to go!)


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