Morning Moon
Round
and white,
my morning moon
hangs suspended
a surprise in the
azure sky like a
floating peppermint
or a celestial pie.
Sunlight warms
my moon, softens
its round shape, melts
its raggedy edges,
blurs and swirls
untethered,
a ball of lint tossed
into a basket of blue.
and white,
my morning moon
hangs suspended
a surprise in the
azure sky like a
floating peppermint
or a celestial pie.
Sunlight warms
my moon, softens
its round shape, melts
its raggedy edges,
blurs and swirls
untethered,
a ball of lint tossed
into a basket of blue.
This poem is copyright (©) Mary Kate Cranston 2024
About the Writer
Mary Kate Cranston
Mary Kate writes poems for both children and adults. Her poems have been published in Emerge Literary Journal and an anthology of poems titled “Written in Arlington” published by Paycock Press. She has been a freelance writer and journalist. Mary Kate lives in Washington, DC and likes to spend time at the beach.
