Weekly Thought Snack: December marks the beginning of winter, the time of the year with the shortest days and longest nights. In response to the prolonged lunar influence, enjoy a combination of word and image about the moon, the earth’s only natural celestial satellite.
Hunter’s Moon by Molly Fisk
Early December, dusk, and the sky
slips down the rungs of its blue ladder
into indigo. A late-quarter moon hangs
in the air above the ridge like a broken plate
and shines on us all, on the new deputy
almost asleep in his four-by-four,
lulled by the crackling song of the dispatcher,
on the bartender, slowly wiping a glass
and racking it, one eye checking the game.
It shines down on the fox’s red and grey life,
as he stills, a shadow beside someone’s gate,
listening to winter.
To read the rest of the poem, please visit the Poetry Foundation at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/240874
Image Source: Moon Model, Circa 1908, from Silver Rockets Blog at http://silver-rockets.com/2009/11/moon-circa-1908/
I have no specific reason for choosing the vintage moon photo other than I thought it was pretty cool.
Celebrate the creative and liberal arts!
-Caroline (Carrie) Fitzpatrick, Ph.D.