A Space for Poetry

Today’s post is poem that I wrote awhile ago. As I carve out time for more writing, reading, and creativity in my life, I’m beginning to re-discover my love of poetry: both reading and writing it!

The Moon by Shelly Coffin

The moon spoke to me.

I know, I was listening.

The early morning darkness still stung the eyes. Cold. Bitter. Quiet.

And yet that moon.

It was just there, as the clouds sprinted away.

I was illuminated in its brilliance.

I was in awe of its simplicity.

I wonder at the space I noticed that early morning, before time started.

It was a brilliant thing. That moment in time.

That quiet moment in time when the moon spoke to me…but only because I was listening….