Moon
Published in Moonshadows, A Canadian Anthology of Poetry, 2015
© Catherine M Thompson
The moon is like a hammock
strung between two stars tonight
A sliver bright
A silver light
It throws our shadows
far across the winter lawn
sometime between the setting of the sun
and dawn
And I say only "Oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Look at the moon!
It's like a hammock strung
between two stars!"
Its bright light
throws our shadows
far across the lawn
sometime between the setting of the sun
and coming dawn
And this poem is
about nothing
save the moon,
the slivered moon
the silvered moon
the sister moon
that I love