Blue Moon

When I was a little girl, the moon woke me up at night,

so bright.

My window was high in my wall

and

my room was often flooded

with moonlight.

I would sit up and 

stare

 for what seemed like hours

and be amazed at how
God
lit the night sky.

I always look at the sky now

and notice the moon

Tonight

the moon is pure white

like the icy air drained its color;

glowing

like pearls on a black dress

It distracted me all the way home

Tonight the sky is bright enough

to sit outside

in the country

and read a book

and

bright enough to wake my little girl