Old Man Moon

Suzanne Morris

January 15, 2023

The moon,

his face marbled as an old man’s,

is tired of being looked at,

ready to retire for the night.


He pulls up the clouds,

tucking them all around,

pulling and tucking

pulling and tucking


a little more and

a little more until

all I can see is the

shiny pate of his bald head.



Suzanne Morris is a novelist and poet.  Her poems have appeared in online journals including Texas Poetry Assignment, New Verse News, Arts Alive San Antonio, Stone Quarterly Review, The Pine Cone Review, and The Emblazoned Soul.  She lives in Cherokee County with her husband JC and Asher the dog.

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