Moon

as it is

a cold moon, but

ten winters ago

it was encased

in more ice;

the stars roll out

of a dark nest ;

we slip with care

through snow

down to the road,

we watch the ghosts pass,

there might be snow foxes

in the lost copse,

careless with cold

Reviews

[外人 (Gaiji..]

You know, every verse of this great poem screamed to me WHITE. That was a very interesting reading as the imagery worked in perfect harmony to evoke and strengthen the association with that colour in my mind:
Moon, ice, snow, ghosts, snow foxes were all direct "calls" and then there were the indirect ones produced by a simple tendency we have (or maybe just me) of associating them with white: winter (because of the spontaneous association with snow-covered landscapes) and cold (as a "follow-up" on winter and therefore linked to the same associations).

Great job, loved it !

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for looking at this, my best wishes

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i remember a fox in Vermont we saw walking up a road to a big farm---i can imagine him a white ghost---memories frozen...good ones and bad ones.

i like the room you give us in your poems...we get to move around in interpretive steps, our own dance.

j.

[Leslie Philibert]

Dear Jacob, thanks for the review, and my best wishes to you for 2018 !

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The controlled regret in this is like iced glass Leslie. So magnificent!

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo John, thanks for the kind words ! Have a great 2018