Our First Featured Poem for the New Site

Too Soon Moon
     
     by Avie Herman

It is winter
a moon in the afternoon
a dime of gray
candy floss across the sky.

It brings to mind 
the day's impending demise.
And though the day isn't done
at the stroke of five
the dark skies say otherwise.

All feels at an end
the sun won't rise
resume its shine
in the A.M.

When I was small I hated
being put to bed before
the sun's curtain fall
when light trickled in 
mocked my lights out
blanket to chin.

I loved the winter's soon-rising moon, 
how it aligned
with bedtime. It diminished 
fear that I was missing a downstairs din
the day was done.

Now, a moon in the afternoon
is chased by stars, the dark.
I'm not afraid of the dark
              but
it comes too soon.