December Moon

The late December moon
pulls himself into view
in slow motion.
He peeks over South Table
Mountain's high mesa,
lunar face flushed with the effort;
Seeing that all is well there
he springs into colorful
full face
With a side-glance at
still-intact North Table Mountain
he glides benignly
Across the sky while
accepting his due
homage from earthlings, then
Down to Signal Mountain
where he pauses
at earth's rim
To enjoy once more
the eons-old,
unblemished Table Mountains
And the small village
sleeping there,
all is well.......he is gone.

--Mary G. Dunham