Moon in October

POEMS BY A CHILD

1 know how poems come;

They have wings.

When you are not thinking of it

I suddenly say,

"Mother, a poem!"

Somehow I hear it

Rustling.

Poems come like boats

With sails for wings;

Crossing the sky swiftly,

They ity under tall bridges

Of cloud.

MOON IN OCTOBER

The moon is at her crystal window

Spinning and weaving . . N.

The moon looks out of her window of crystal.

She has no lights excepting stars

That hang on threads unknown

From her sky-ceiling, her walls.

Their twinkling is like the twittering of many birds

In the early morning.

The moon sits by her crystal window;

She sings to herself and spins .....

Spins the pale blue silken thread

That holds earth dangling

Over deep light.....

(Now this is what the moon sings:)

Spin, spinning wheel,

Day and night too!

I keep it going all the time

To weave my robe of dew.

I make it from the fields of blue

And the robin's breast;

The sun gives me rays

From the yellow west.

It shall be touched with evening

And with mellowy dew,

And send a separate shining

Down the sky to you,

My woven gown of sun-rays,

My silken gown of blue.

WISHES

I want three things;

They are wishes

Bright and happy.

You cannot know my dreams,

The wishes that stay in my heart... . -

I want three things

Unknown to any one!

Tell me-oh, tell me