Saturday, we were at a jack o’ lantern walk at the elementary school where my youngest graduated a few years ago.
Because it’s rural Vermont, it was dark, and everyone was spread out. I slipped away from the few kids and walked further along the woods path. I know this path well, and it veers down to the wetlands. There, I leaned against a white pine. The moon was nearly full, and the silvery light skipped over the rippled water.
For the longest time, I stood there, knowing my daughter was happily wandering around in the dark with her friends. In the darkness, I remembered the countless times I had admired this lovely lady moon — over fresh snow and icy backroads, in the muggy heat of summer.
At the beginning of this election week, I woke thinking of our beautiful moon, silently orbiting the globe.
The old man of the temple,
In the winter moonlight.