Good evening moon
You’re looking much like me
Or I like you 
Might be the case
A winter face we share tonight
Same shape
Same wan expression 
Same fair to middling phase
We climb together through the cloud
My mind as high as yours
My feet still to the ground 
A curious night 
We idle in 
Surveying all the middling sights
The quiet stars
So taciturn 
The trees are hushed
No raucous bird
The not too hot
The not too cold
No rain or snow to blur the eye
No restlessness
Or scuttling  
The wind is busy somewhere else
No heavy mist
Or leaden fog
Just me the earth and you the sky
And so we share the evening thus
Until it’s time to bid goodbye 

Sara Mathews     January 2022