Mother Earth has staked her claim on the seasons,
With waning daylight and moonlight at the cross hairs.
A snowflake in conception
As a golden leaf falls from the tree.
We enter the frigid North;
Forlorn witness to Sunshine.
Tonight, the moon is closer than its been in 15 years. I noticed the incandescent glow on my ride home, and even took a few pictures before hearing the official word that tonight’s moon is closer to the Earth than its been in 15 years. In fact, I even like how my cell phone camera enabled me to be a bit of a cubist artist, with its naturally pixellated ways capturing the piercing light through the layers of cirrus clouds (as the weekend’s freezing storm rolls in).
