How I Long for the Long Fat Moon

The older I get the less my body tolerates heat and cold. Cold is no problem because you can pile on cozy sweaters and snuggle down in fuzzy blankies. But, hot is hard to avoid. This poem popped out of me when looking at the moon missing cool days and shorter nights when the light doesn’t wake you up at 5 am. No complaints in the end because summer has its charms and freedoms. Enjoy the musings.


How I Long for the Long Fat Moon

Skinny moon
with my skinny latte
on a skinny night of summer.
I long for the long fat moon
fun and round-faced
licking ice cream
cold and smooth
sweaters and cuddles
scarves and good books.

The skinny nights
have crickets and
belching bull frogs
but the long nights
are crisp and silent
with long sleeps
in flannel sheets.
How I long for the long fat moon.

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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