I drove straight into the moon one night,
The largest moon there ever was!
Lying low just past a rise in the road,
With its weight pressing the blacktop and
Its roundness blanketing the countryside,
It appeared too heavy now to hang
In its usual place in the heavens.
The glow of this enchanting moon
Over lit the scene so that
Even the least observant eye
Would not miss the elaborate display.
How sweet it would be to
Meet the moon like that again someday!
It’s hard to describe the sight of the moon that evening when I was driving to my house in Connecticut. It was a rare and breathtaking sight. I’ve tried so many times to describe it.
When I saw Maree Clarkson’s sketch An African Moon I was reminded so much of my poem, written several years ago. Thank you, Maree, for inspiring me to post this here, and I dedicate it to you for your love of all nature.