Glimpse of the Moon

Last night the far-away moon looked like far-away winter. The season is drawing closer, though really cold weather is probably some six weeks off, here on the ground. But the moon itself was obscured by a glittering veil of frosty cloud. I fear the yellow hue described in this brief haiku is from the wildfire smoke which has become a subtle, somber presence, nature’s plea that we realize just how closely our lives and actions are interlocked across the world.

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Moon Glimpse

High ice blurs the moon
With wan yellow frost melting
Into deep black night.