The day is a gray one and bitter cold Wind slapping my face piercingly bold The snow is icy white, the top layer is hard My forced footsteps leave the service scarred Not a sound is heard, noises freeze in mid air Later the moon exposes that activity was their Some rabbits, deer and even some wolf tracks Leaving me to wonder, are they running in packs
Tired and hungry, I head back to my lodge Safe, yet feeling there is something I just dodged looking out my window I see shadows prowling There they are on the hill, I hear the wolves howling
Author Eileen Clark 2023Painting by Eileen Clark
Fear In The Moonlight
The night is very dark with a slight summer breeze,
A shimmer of moon peeking through the branches of trees.
I hear another’s footsteps in the distance from behind,
Hopefully the owner is a person that’s very kind.
As I continue to walk further, a pounding in my heart,
The moon gets brighter as the clouds start to part.
I turn around as I hear the sound at a faster pace,
Gleefully I shout as the moon lights up my brothers face.
Author Eileen Clark 2015
I was kinda sad and low when I went to bed Unhappy feelings swirling round in my head Mama said I would feel much better tomorrow A new day often seems to wash away any sorrow I sure don't know how that can possibly be My best friend is really really mad with me We had a terrible fight over such a silly thing She even threw at me our friendship ring I turned out the light and climbed into my bed I need to tell her I'm sorry, words not easily said As soon as I made that decision my heart felt free And even the moon outside was smiling down at me Author Eileen Clark 2022
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Cookies and the Moon
The child’s wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.
by Carl Sandburg
Time & Cookies
Time quickly goes away,
like cookies on a plate.
Maybe if we bake some more,
We can make time wait.
Man in The Moon