New moon, fresh sky, meteors flash to the naked eye.
Crescent sickle, piercing slate, a hanging handle to galaxy's gate.
Dark-masked half-moons, denying hidden blues.
Gibbous waxing full and ripe, fruit of loin and rounding high.
Ah, the moon's full-faced and seasoned, alive and vivid with clarity and reason.
(The moon is full tonight, unfortunately blocking the meteor shower view with its light. There is beauty in a night with no moon, the crescent can be startlingly sharp and star-catching, the half-moon can change it's face, the full moon lights the night world, but obscures the milky way.
So, enjoy all the stages of moon-viewing.)
Which moon moves you the most? Why?
nice...beautiful capture of the moon both in pic and in verse...the moon is certainly magical
ReplyDeleteAh, can't wait until Poet's Night Out, with treats and tales and hugs and regales.....(is that the wrong use of the verb?)
ReplyDeleteLook to the Lady – small when begun,
ReplyDeletefull at the half, small again at the end –
phases that waxing and waning transcend,
for Her crop’s not what’s grown
though it is what’s been sown:
She glory’s in doing, not what’s been done
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while gone
from my sky
the ink dark
moon
calls
seas in me
to their
greatest tides
The one with TWO cheeks!!
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