Outdoors

Smiling up at the eastern moon
A sky the color of butternut smoke
Geese on the river
Talking in tongues
And the chores in the rear view mirror.
Nothing more to say and nothing more to ask for....a good night....

Oh, wait, it was certainly a fancy moon, what with the way it was shining through those thin clouds of ice and snow and glowing brighter than the ball in Times Square, but who knew that it was a blue moon too? The boss's dear aunt, who is in her nineties but sharp as a tack and sweet as sugar, called to remind him. I was glad....sometimes you need to look at the moon.