An Alarming Moon


My wife wakes me up to warn me,
pointing out the window in fright.
What is it, we think to ourselves,
an invader from Mars or Neptune?
Ever so slowly a disturbingly orange-
red moon peeks above Nova Scotia
seemingly catching a rim of woods
on fire, while we, in New Brunswick,
gaze across the Bay of Fundy at 3 a.m.
suspecting that we’re both having the
same strange dream, and yet the novel
beauty of it dispels our fears as we
stare at this evolving scene all the while
a strangely glimmering moon slowly
regains its more recognizable form
between two spruce trees framing
a wide arm of fragrant, salty sea.
 
By Richard F. Fleck