The Moon Came
Winter in New England: Clear, cold skies that showcase what little light we have to get us through long nights. The moon and stars seem to shine more brightly, more insistently during our winter months; we look to them for navigation, a path through to spring. Maybe you’ve had an experience like Cleone Graham, who read this wonderful moon poem at the February Poetry Hoot open mic.
— Lesley Kimball
The Moon Came
The moon came around
the corner last night
and slapped me
through the window,
the shade not pulled.
It startled me and
cracked the cold night
into manageable pieces,
and I slept.
— Cleone T. Graham
"The Moon Came” Copyright 2008 by Cleone T. Graham.
Cleone Graham is an exuberant, insatiably curious, retired entomological curator and teacher living Kittery, and is now indulging herself in another passion as a full time artist in her studio at The Salmon Falls Mills in Rollinsford, NH. She has been writing poetry and creative non fiction for about 20 years.
Please note: Poems submitted to this column should not exceed nineteen lines.