Smiling at the beaver moon...........poetry

The cold silent voice of November speaks in sign
and listens to no one
yet I smiled as I watched the beaver moon
rise well before the dusk

Oh but does this moon offer any warmth at all
no I fear not
nor will it until the seasons of warm
soothing current

Yet above fast moving alabaster clouds
a brightly lit sky adorns this long night
and will until the break of dawn
but how will we know you ask

With a sky so bright and a smiling moon
I will have to count out the hours
just to know the difference
and to understand the truth of winter

With little use for mercy this beast of winter
will kill some of those that live
in hollows of earth or dens
of snow

Yet I smile back at the cold moon
and marvel at the quickening clouds
perhaps the greatest warmth of a heart
is but born from within






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Ericdierker 12 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Maybe that ol' moon be cold but your poem brought warmth to these cold tired bones! Really a cool poem.


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ahorseback 12 months ago Author

Eric , Thank you --and happy thanksgiving my friend ! I really hope that You and Yours are well !.................Ed


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Ericdierker 12 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Buddy we are doing so well it would make you ralph up. Immigrant family being American and loving every second. Long live the good life.

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