|Moon over Lower Kimball Lake by Kathleen Tyler Conklin|
The moon fascinates. The moon is mysterious. The moon is rising and as it ascends the horizon tonight, it will look gigantic. This is an illusion caused by the random coming together when the moon is at its fullest and closest to the earth. It occurs about once in every fourteen full moons acceding to Wikipedia.
It happens this year on Sunday, June 23rd at about 7 am, but you don't have to rise bleary-eyed to see it. It will be plenty plump, Saturday and Sunday nights around 8pm and 9pm, respectively.
Many poets have written about the moon. Shakespeare uses the moon theme often in his writings, most notably in "A Midsummer Night's Dream". Other moon obsessed poets are Wordsworth and Dickinson.
You just can't get away from it. The moon is magic. Tonight and tomorrow night it will be super magical. Go take a look. Then, write a poem. Here's mine.
I saw the moon
the other night,
the strangest light.
It hung suspended low
behind twisted strands,
held by unseen hands.
I inhaled its milky vapor
dazzled by this heavenly toy,
reached to touch its misty taper
caught rapturously in moon-joy.