Hungry Moon Poem by James McLain

She found me here late one night.
Cold the sky clear were the heavens,
stars lit up the vast black sky.
This night was her night,
her moon I held apart in both hands.
Snow fell from the sky the world white.
Barley speaking we whispered.
The air so cold felt of fire.
Even now her long black hair has turned white.
The dark eye of the moon it was warm.
Out side over the edge wedged inside.
Late one night I found her here where we are.