Spring Moon Poem by Toni Atchison

The moon rides low in the sky tonight,
a friend of mine from old.
She walks with me always,
a favorite traveller,
companion of dreamless nights.
I love her so, a beauty rare.
Bold-faced and shining
or timid and shy,
it never matters
long as she's there.
I love her in summer,
when storm-clouds veil her.
And laughing she peeks and hides again.
I love her in autumn,
when her face turns cold to the earth,
distantly walking stellar highways.
I love her deeply in winter,
in icy rings of midnight splendor,
sparkling blue-white the snow.
But i love her most strongly in spring,
when she guilds my world in silver,
and lines the earth in quicksilver dew,
or silve-laced frost of delicate fronds.

3-30-08