communion-white push pin
stuck in inky black sky, moon.
you’re brighter than anyone else
in the room.
Month: December 2009
364/365
white-hot poker in the sky
moon. so very intriguing.
until you burn.
363/365
Jim would like to buy a vowel,
moon. but he gets home too late.
(and he hasn’t a clue)
Moon-of-Fortune

362/365
it’s a good day to clean out the attic
moon. get rid of some cobwebs.
make more room for you.
361/365
it’s been snowin for 48 hours
moon. you’ve been watchin us shovel…
why don’t you take a turn?
360/365
take you on in a game of scrabble
moon. if you lose the first round
you can take off a shoe…
359/365
the sky’s full of snowflakes and crystals
moon. and we’re wishin the merriest
Christmas to you.
358/365
thanks for scraping the windows and
startin the car. if it weren’t for you, moon
we wouldn’t get very far.
357/365
come in and warm up moon.
take your boots off and stay.
we got a mean bean bag toss game in the hallway…
($10 says you’ll play)
356/365
355/365
today is the shortest of days
moon. and the longest of nights
you rule.
cool.
354/365
gonna roll, bake and frost you
like a cookie moon. eat you up
after dinner. (or maybe by noon)
353/365
gonna pour you right into my wine glass
moon. gonna swirl you and drink you
with a chocolate or two.
352/365
gonna wrap you in sparkly red paper
moon. then take my sweet time
unwrapping you.
351/365
hey moon–here’s a secret, posted for you:
Jim’s feet are stark naked
inside of his boots.
(moon boots)
(and a snowsuit)
(not much else…)
350/365
so many mysterious messages
moon. how will we know
if they’re really from you?
(Jim says the spelling’s a giveaway)
(I think that’s just part of the game)
349/365
thanks for lightin the way Christmas caroling
moon. we don’t need figgy pudding
but we’ll sing you a tune.
348/365
if you shovel the driveway
moon and make sure it’s not icy…
we’ll make us some bloody mary’s. (spicy)
347/365
come join us inside by the fireplace
moon. let yourself in–
grab a log or two.
346/365
you’re lookin all weebly and wobbly
moon. this freezing cold weather
must be gettin to you.
(or maybe it’s graduate school…)