Yellow
Yellow crocus
bursts from snow cover
melting my heart
Yellow daffodils
bending in the April breeze —
sure signs of spring
Full moon in June
year’s lowest on the horizon —
honey-yellow moon
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Honey Moon
At ten the White Pine tops are backlighted
by a yellow glow that stops me in mid-
stride. Soon the etched disc of the Honey Moon
follows its aureole over the trees,
and I’m tempted to rhyme “moon” with “June,” but
such custom betrays the unaccustomed
glory of this nocturnal sight. One night
a year, this lowest of all the full moons
on the horizon gilds the east. I might
have been at the movies, or cloud cover
could have obscured this cool phenomenon.
From now on, for however many moons
I’ll be around, I’ll free my calendar
to let me keep this moonstruck rendezvous.
Previously published, in slightly different form, in Phased (Poets Wear Prada, 2008, 2010)
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George Held has published four children’s books with Filsinger & Company, Ltd. and over a dozen poetry titles with various small presses. His most recent book, Second Sight: Poems, was released by Poets Wear Prada in 2019. A collection of stories titled Lucky Boy is due out in 2020. Believing that smaller is better in poetry, he writes a lot of haiku. He wears his trousers rolled in Sag Harbor, NY.
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