(forgive me Joyce Kilmer)
I thought that I could surely be
a scribe with wisdom of the trees
if I could use transmogrified
and keep the meter in full stride.
But in my search for helpful muse
my eyes the night sky did peruse
and it was then I chanced to see
amidst tall trees so shadowy
the stark bare branches of an elm
with a full Wolf Moon at the helm,
a work of art with tiny stars
to sparkle back-light from afar.
‘Twas God who made that handsome tree
then stripped it bare so regally.
Exposed and trembling, tempest tossed
no poem is born without a cost.
About the title:
“The Wolf Moon will be truly full at 2:21 p.m. ET on Friday January 10, according to Space.com. Smack dab in the middle of the afternoon doesn’t exactly offer that brilliant, light-up-the-night shine, however. and viewers on the United States’ East Coast won’t be able to see the moon at that time of day anyway.
Saturday, January 11 is a good viewing option. Moonrise is at 5:53 p.m. on January 11 and moonset is at 8:54 a.m. on Sunday.”
When was the last time you read Trees by Joyce Kilmer?