My Cart 
Login 

Previous

December Moon
by
May Sarton


Next
 

Snow silence fills my head
After I leave the window.

Hours later near dawn
When I look down again
The whole landscape has changed
The perfect surface gone
Criss-crossed and written on
Where the wild creatures ranged
While the moon rose and shone.

Why did my dog not bark?
Why did I hear no sound
There on the snow-locked ground
In the tumultuous dark?

How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow.

From Coming into Eighty (W.W. Norton & Company).

 

Purchase a framed print of this poem.

Eleanore Marie Sarton (1912 – 1995), better known as May Sarton, was a Belgian-born author who wrote poetry, novels, and memoirs. She was three when her family moved to Boston. Her work often focused on the human experience—love, friendship, aging, and creativity.


Post New Comment:
barbsteff:
Snow silence - perfect!
Posted 12/27/2015 02:40 PM
Dorcas:
A mind transformed by the winter snow. Lovely.
Posted 12/27/2015 12:11 PM
transitions:
Lovely is the word ~
Posted 12/27/2015 11:44 AM
pwax:
Lovely poem! Thank you, Jayne.
Posted 12/27/2015 11:13 AM
diana.anhalt:
I loved her work but never knew she wrote poetry. Thanks for posting. This is gorgeous! Diana Anhalt
Posted 12/27/2015 10:53 AM
diana.anhalt:
I loved her work but never knew she wrote poetry. Thanks for posting. This is gorgeous! Diana Anhalt
Posted 12/27/2015 10:53 AM
peninsulapoet:
Gorgeous poem. What a pleasure to read it this morning.
Posted 12/27/2015 09:47 AM
phebe.davidson@gmail.com:
Thank you for this! Lovely!!!
Posted 12/27/2015 07:32 AM


Contents of this web site and all original text and images therein are copyright © by Your Daily Poem. All rights reserved.
The material on this site may not be copied, reproduced, downloaded, distributed, transmitted, stored, altered, adapted,
or otherwise used in any way without the express written permission of the owner.