The Sea of Cold

Not like the rest of the Moon
Is warm, but since it’s the north
They named it cold. It looks cold,

And bright as snow, where the hook
Of the dark bites at the top
Of the just-right moon that floats

And shines where I can see it
When I get up in the dark
To start this day. Sea of Cold,

Up there at the tip of it,
A sprawl of pocked rock, a glow
Edged with the dark. Sea of Cold.