Blue Moon

Blue moon,

a seconding visit

siring silky ice.

Adrift between aurora and dusk,

the morning’s gold attempts to boost winter’s frosted eminence

up — out of the way.

But budge it won’t;

to my delight.

Shards of glacial air penetrate this

tempered soul on the blackened lane.

Day-demands suspended,

the car pirouettes on the road’s frozen crown

in a moment so chaste;

the gyration’s embrace met not by a worried ditch,

but moment draped indigo-white in adrenalin’s rush.

About Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.
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3 Responses to Blue Moon

  1. Hi Doug,
    Powerful imagery in your poem. The moon was so bright last night–shades of daylight in the meadow with beams bouncing of the glazed snowcrust.
    Wendell

  2. Doug Lewandowski says:

    Thanks Don

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