This poem continues my theme of December oranges, but also serves as a holiday warning: don’t let this season try your patience and drive you to exhaustion! Remember, the smartest thing to do on the longest night of the year is sleep.
If I can pluck the moon from the sky I may find it’s no bigger than an orange. I can hold it in my hand. I can eat it in one sitting. But then the oceans would complain puddling in the sand unable to rush or roar spilling salt into the milky way irking the sun who misses her mate. So slow down; rest. Don’t let your energy flag or your joy deplete. Don’t eat the moon no matter how much she tempts you flashing her face like a sugar cookie her curving crescent teasing like a puckery slice of juicy citrus. Photo by Joyce Adams on Unsplash