POEM: January 2019
The moon was particularly beautiful tonight
standing there looking almost spellbound
the artist in me creative juices starting to rise.
I thought about getting my camera set up
to capture the narrow, slivermoon
just over the mountaintop ridge,
treetops shimmering with the steady wind . . .
just enough light left
to make a great shot.
Then the 24º windchill reminded me
of how beautiful it is to be warm.
Now the creative juices are cooling down
my socksfeet warming beside the fire.
That moon will have to reside in my memory
as well as all those stars.
— Raymond Whitaker