 Good Night Moon by Ute Carson "Earth Love Magazine," Poetry for the Environment Issue 25, November 2007, UK On this cold December night, 2005 The moon is full one final time, Rounded out in golden splendor, Cream-colored like lit smoked glass, Its reflection on the tranquil ocean surface A large gilded porcelain platter From which I am emotionally nourished And physically strengthened as from a feast. As the moon waxes and wanes Always constant in its presence, I stare at the 5 on the digital clock Flashing, blinking, pulsing, Crimson, scarlet, burgundy, Soon to roll over to 6 Only to reappear in good time. And feeling a tactile longing For all my loved ones past and present, I send out an ardent wish For moments of faithful memories As the moon keeps sending its benevolent, constant beams And bids the old year good night.
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