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        PITILESS MOON
Big and beautiful is the full moon so bright,
Even when cruel winter comes hard to bite,
You think some warmth would come from her,
Yet she is pitiless, that large glowing sphere.

She lights cold cities, but no warmth does give,
Brightens the countryside where few folks live,
Human beings, all creatures great and small
Would appreciate both light and heat to fall.

But no, pitiless she shines down in cold beauty,
Like a loveless heart that knows no gentle pity,
Lovely, graceful, she glides over her domine,
Little caring that below is much suffering and pain.

See her tonight, she’ll be as bright as can be,
Heatless and heartless yet glorious to see,
Even the winter sun has some heat to give,
But the pitiless moon for herself does live.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 9, 2004