Full Moon: Corn Moon

A poem by Hugh Moore

Hugh Moore


It hears a root make movement in the soil,

words that leaves make when the wind comes strong and

sudden. Reads that map the shadows trace to

show where day has gone. It speaks in tongues we

have forgotten. In the sparrow’s flight can

see a signal, or sense danger in the glisten

of a pond.  It wears the woodland cinquefoil

for yellow buttons on each silver strand

of light it pulls across the prairieland.

This moon embraces life. Impatiently

perusing, pleading like a lonely man

who has repented loneliness: “Listen —

I who now know love this summer night,

Urge all green hearts to blossom and delight!”

                                       ~Hugh Moore

Hugh Moore's art exhibit, "Tasting the Universe Pie," is on display at Prairie House Custom Frames through the end of July. Stores hours are 9 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Monday through Friday and 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. Saturday.

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