I looked up as I walked  

to the car (for the second

time in five minutes) and noticed

for the first time

the ring around the moon.  

Maybe it means  

something, maybe a mariners  

adage I read once,  a Native  

American symbol. A Farmer's 

Almanac entry.  


Ring around the moon:

A halo, a refraction of light. Some think 

it warns of an unsettled season.

I step to our kitchen, sink full of lidded cups  

and small spoons, husband asleep

in bed, my side blank and waiting

and tilt on my axis.  


A speck on a rock, looking up at the moon.  

AuthorBeth Ables