Cosmo's Moon

The only problem with 'Moonstruck'

is Cosmo's moon could never be so large in winter, 

stand for luck.

Mid-winter sledding brought joy

snow, speed, although the kids were beautiful

none were boys.

Walking the boundaries, and the old field

boundaries. Aged maples, barbed wire

past the cambium.

Northern hardwood all the way, except

less than an acre scotch pine plantation

and a few primeval spruce.

Pendant spruce cones in tree tops

colonizing the old field too. Conifers

a primitive civilization.

Lyonia has red, scaleless buds.

Shrub or small tree, maximum height 12 feet.

It's a heath, Ericaceae.

Small, white, bell-like flowers become

seamed capsules, similar to but smaller than

laurel, Kalmia.

The buds had me thinking red chokeberry, 

Rosaceae, but of course the fruit

was completely wrong for a rose.

A timber stand improvement now

in the scotch pine would encourage tall

even straight trees, a cathedral.

The maples on the upper rocky slopes

where the skidders couldn't or wouldn't go

are impressive as eagles', hawks' nests.

Mid-summer, Spiraea, field of pink flowers

fully encircled by mountain ranges.

Bees working them.

Nancy, the broker, coming at five.

These 160 acres, a dream, are unnecessary.

Offer 500 dollars per acre.

Not an investment, a sanctuary.

Backed against the Taconic ridge, 

real moon rising.