A Sugar Moon Poem, by eckardcb, at My poetic side

We turn on the oven,
Whose timer has clocked

Countless hours of

Bread rising

(Sometimes falling)

Cakes expanding

Sweet aromas filling

The space we’ve shared

Here together

We gather

Flour, salt, eggs, sugar

Check.

The empty measuring cup

Waits patiently

To become full

Then at once,

Our cup overflows

And a sugary crescent

Gets left behind

A sugar moon,

You call it

(Also, the last full moon

Before spring)

And I know that

All our sugar moons will

Become scattered

Like memories

And get swept up, but as you

Come into your own

Springtime

I wish I could save this moon. Forever,

I want to remember

The sweetness of this season

With you