Here in Ohio, the first signs of spring. Clear blue sky days, warming temperatures, snow and ice departed. On clear nights, the ancient light of stars. And the moon that, like the moment, asks for our attention.

                         Spring Moon

         Don’t let this moment pass unattended

         don’t let the spring moon march down the sky alone

         an owl is calling from a far oak branch

         she is calling you.

         Don’t let the river journey unaccompanied

         put aside your thoughts, let your mind ripple like the river

         the sun will be waking, he will require your presence

         for his long high arc in tribute to the earth.

         Don’t let the lark take wing without your witness

         she will fall if you, godlike, avert your eyes

         she will never sing again if you are unwilling to listen.

         Don’t let any single moment lose your attention

         if you turn away all creation will fail

         and when you return you will wonder why you,

         like the falling spring moon, are completely alone.