Reflections of an Aging Moon Great brassy stalks of varicolored horns Blow notes to keep the bees awake at noon. Immersed in gaudy zinnia’s stippled forms, They dance and flit, in homage to the moon. Among the varied shapes and hues, a muse Cavorts in blue-strewn, stuff-crimped marigolds More crimson than a girl would ever use To rouge her lips. Each snowy, waving fold Of Spiraea, and the lily’s pleat, So pristine, and on her bronzed skin so cold, Combine to make her robes rich and complete. The ancient orb thinks he may be too old, So goes on moving tides, and makes it rain, While wishing he were young and lithe again. Painting His Portrait Each time she thinks of him, she makes a leaf Of black on canvas. Such a sweet relief To frame his lying and deceitful tongue With colors dark and doleful, for when done She thinks of binding him within a book, Where she’d not go unless she cared to look At ragged remnants of a distant dream— But then she thought she’d rather smile than scream, So went on painting him as best she could: His stony eyes, cracked brain, that heart of wood. When finished, in the thunder and the rain She wiped the surface of emotion’s stain, And found that she had drawn an awful face Exploding from an asymmetric vase. The Poet’s Coat Blue as the jay that haunts my door, Deep as the sky is, just before Clouds arrive with wind that rises, This coat came in several sizes. One single size hung on the rack. I bought it, though it strained in back. The sleeves were short and awkward. Then I gave it to a Hobbit, when He crossed my garden in the rain. Now Hobbit strolls the rainy lane, Stays dry, or walks about in Spain As I pursue my quest again, Searching for sharpness and surprise— Sweet differences which soothe my eyes. A former Wilbur Fellow and six-time Pushcart nominee, Sally Cook is a regular contributor to National Review, and has appeared in venues as varied as Chronicles, Lighten Up On Line, and TRINACRIA. Also a painter, her present works in the style known as Magic Realism are represented in national collections such as the N.S.D.A.R. Museum in Washington, D.C. and The Burchfield-Penney, Buffalo, NY.