Summer Moon
Saturday Scribe March 22, 2025, Summer Moon Coffee
Gif created by Shayna Brewer
The moon waits with anticipation as the glowing remnants of the sun’s shift slowly disappears into the horizon. Within its core, it could already feel its silvery light begin to swell and expand. Night was approaching, their time to shine.
The cricket’s song gradually begins harmonizing with the sleepy drone of the cicadas. The wind blows gently through the mature leaves on the boughs of trees. String lights begin to flicker on in the backyards of homes, venues, and bars. It’s the first warm night of the season and the moon can hardly wait. The world is their stadium and it’s sold out tonight.
Although the moon puts on the best shows in the long winter months, they tend to be isolating. It’s far too cold for the grounding buzz of tiny insects, its favorite musical composition. The bears are sleeping their summer layers away. Its most treasured audience, humans, tend to tuck themselves inside the warmth of their dwellings. Their skin is too thin to worship in the chilly air of frost and snow. Even with the company of its fellow stars, the moon finds itself feeling lonely.
But the moon knows tonight will be different. The sun baked the air, the wind, the ground, in the most satisfactory manner. Its gift to the moon for working so brilliantly in the winter months when the sun couldn’t. It is a thankless task, putting on an extraordinary performance for an absent crowd, but the moon knows it’s when its light is needed the most.
As it begins its journey through the night sky, it says hello to its favorite constellations. They know it’s the moon’s favorite day and twinkle with support. The clinking of fresh citrus and herbal drinks resonate through the air. People laugh and give appreciative glances at the bright silver dollar hovering above their loved ones. The moon beams even brighter from the energy they’re serving. Although ever present, the moon is elated by the renewed acknowledgment and sighs, “I’m home.”
This piece was written in response to the Saturday Scribe prompt below:
What if the moon could whisper? What if summer had a heartbeat? This week at Saturday Scribe, where exploring personification—the literary device that gives human qualities to non-human things.
Personification transforms the world around us. The wind can sigh, the stars can dance, and the moon can watch over us like an old friend.
Prompt
Write a piece where the moon and summer are living, breathing entities. Are they lovers, rivals, or fleeting travelers passing in the night? User personification to bring them to life, shaping their voices, emotions, and desires.