Poni

Grandma Moon's Arms

Late one night I was tossing and turning
and couldn't get to sleep.
The wind was high, it was cold.
I fretted for so long then someone
tapped my shoulder.
I turned over and sat up
nobody was there.
I looked all over, and then I saw it.
The moon's pale, long, white, warm arms
had curled up around me.
I looked up into her smiling, bumpy
old face, and noticed-
she had taken the storm away for me.
How nice of her.
I will have to sing and dance for her
sometime, my white horses and I.