Winter Moon and Tree
Last night the full moon pushed
on the new tree in our back yard,
pushed and pinned tree shadow
to the shining, snowy ground.
Each branch and twig lay printed
as surely as if the tree had fallen,
its weight cutting swaths into downy white,
swaths that filled with liquid night.
The moon stopped pushing,
but the night kept coming
and swallowed the young tree
into thirsty dark.
Previously published in 100 Words, April, 1999
Sheryl Slocum lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She teaches English as a second language (ESL) and ESL teaching methods. She is a member of the Hartford Avenue Poets and the WisconsinFellowship of Poets