The Moon

The moon whispers

Oh so quietly, yet

It is louder than all else

Its words wind through the frozen trees and dance across the sparkling snow, the forest still but for its wavering reminder that

It is our spotlight, and we, the actors upon its stage.

For though the earth is the magnet that pulls the moon in, there is no earth

without the moon

No yellow, blinding light without rays as soft as a pillow in night 

No vibrant green without barren white 

No darkness without stars, without a glow out the window after awakening from sleep. 

For as the earth pulls the moon, the moon pulls the earth 

pulls the tides of the ocean, on whose waters we rock, draws the eyes of each creature, each bird in its flock,

And so on it’s arrival we wait 

After each 

and every 

turning 

of the clock.