I don't usually write at midnight, but sometimes I get an idea at three in the morning.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Little Sequins

Last night the sky was reckless,
but how was I to know?

When the yellow days turn grayer,
the moon comes early 
with a face full of shine 
while twilight lingers.

taken from
"Sparkly Snow"
"Going Calling"
"In the Snow or Sun"
"Early Moon"
"Pumpkin Head"
"Moonstruck"
"Day and Night"
all poems by Aileen Fisher
Out in the Dark and the Daylight
Harper & Row, 1980

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