A Book of Moons

A Book of Moons


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Donna and Greg Brown’s A Book of Moons is a collection of poems about the twelve full moons, according to names given to them by the Algonquin tribes. These moons watch the cycle of the seasons as they progress from lonely winter through the thaw of spring, into summer’s warmth, then to autumn’s harvest and back to cold, frosty winter. Exposing children to poetry helps strengthen vocabulary, language and rhythm in children.

Each poem in A Book of Moons is accompanied with a beautiful illustration by Bradley Wilson. Working together, the poems and the illustrations will bring an increased appreciation of the moon, earth, and language.

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ISBN-13: 9781504976367
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 01/29/2016
Pages: 32
Product dimensions: 8.50(w) x 11.00(h) x 0.09(d)

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A Book of Moons

By Donna Brown, Greg Brown, Bradley Wilson


Copyright © 2016 Greg Brown
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5049-7636-7


A Book of Moons

God created Earth's companion in His universe divine A sparkling, glimmering, silent moon in His starry night to shine It doesn't warm the earth below, but reflects a frigid light To illuminate the ancient planet's journey through the night.

    January - Wolf Moon

    My pure light, white on silent snow
    Sees the stealthy hunter, low
    And padding through the forest deep.
    While all within the forest sleep.

    The lonely wolf looks up to see
    My perfect circle, clean and free,
    To light his way, and guide his stalk
    'Til done his nighttime hunting walk.

    And then he stops, and looks above
    And howls at me, a cry of love,
    My strong, swift wolf, who sleeps at noon,
    In deep dark night hunts with the moon.

    February - Snow Moon

    I, this cold moon, Algonquins know,
    Survey land buried deep in snow.
    Beauty lies in clear soundless night,
    Of solitude, self and my own delight.

    I never see green grass or firefly's glow,
    But snowflake shapes the summer cannot know
    So many forms, this mystical white snow –
    Drapes mantle deep, and quiet and soft below.

    March - Crow Moon

    Steam rises from the thawing ground, and soon
    My brilliant light on tender shoots will shine.
    As winter flees and spring begins to bloom
    These harbingers of flowers and blossoms fine
    Will sound their harsh stark welcome.

    Now the time
    For crow to sound his claxon call, and wake
    The sleeping flowers, the drowsy shrubs, who take
    The light from sun, and sleep beneath my glow.
    Beats down my cool blue light on lonesome crow.

    April - Fish Moon

    Three little fishes swimming in the sea
    Hailey and Arden and little Anni,
    Hailey loves the mermaids singing siren songs
    Arden rides the seahorses north all day long

    Anni plays with starfish
    Teaching them to sing
    'Of shoes and ships and sealing wax
    And cabbages and kings'

    Through shoals beside Nantucket
    Two little guppies float
    Sweet Sloan and gentle Georgia
    And chase the fishing boats.

    These five little fishes form a school,
    Playful and happy as a rule.
    Together they will splash and dive, in the ocean blue
    And search for other mischief – that only they can do!

    May - Flower Moon

    The cows are out to pasture, to chew upon their cud
    The April showers are ended, and drying is the mud
    And cows now finished calving, their udders soon will fill
    As night steals in above them, this night so dark and still

    I pour my liquid light upon
    The beasts down in the dell,
    My milky light shines pale and white
    What stories I could tell!

    If only I could bend down, and touch these gentle hearts
    With more than just my shimmering white hands on aching parts
    I'd let them taste my goodness, as calves have tasted theirs
    And leaving behind my moony milk, climb back up heaven's stairs.

    June - Strawberry Moon

    My light shines down on low thick plants, with fruit
    So ripe that all from mouse to bear are keen
    To find that sweet red taste. This little plant
    Means summer to the animals who, lean
    From winter hunger, bend to taste the treat.

    And now the warmer nights, and now the sound
    Of summer rain that blows away with wind
    Still warm. The animals creep through the forest deep
    Their hope at last the strawberry to find.
    Then with stomachs full of sweet, sweet fruit to sleep.


Excerpted from A Book of Moons by Donna Brown, Greg Brown, Bradley Wilson. Copyright © 2016 Greg Brown. Excerpted by permission of AuthorHouse.
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