last night I ignored the full moon did not dance as she sang in rounds, stayed under the lamp watching flickering figures move in blue light, watching black words dance on a white page but this morning when I woke she was still there, hanging among the tallest branches waiting to say goodbye ~~~
Tag: moon
Rooster’s big day
Rooster opens an eye. Dark. Of course. Gently, he ruffles his feathers, shifts his feet, opens both eyes. Clears his throat. Big day ahead. As usual. He will eat and drink later: now, there's work to do. He hears movement and knows the black hen is peering toward him. She likes to watch him work, … Continue reading Rooster’s big day
Bright star
Bright star pierces Cobalt sky: Half-moon hangs knife-sharp ____________________
Moon slides down
Moon slides down the sky as if drunk against the wall knees giving way blink and she has slipped below the wires one by one the treetops the rooftops this is the speed of our spinning earth __________
Snow Globe
The changes that can take place between the first and final versions of a poem astound me. Sometimes in my poetry journals I am lucky to find both preserved. Here are two approaches from 2010 to a snow-filled morning: haiku, version 2; and the original poem, version 1. It was my year of writing daily … Continue reading Snow Globe
Match girl
There's the polished moon again hanging in its velvet sky, and the stars in party clothes-- every sunset's a new occasion to haul out the jewels. The night's a rich affair invitation only and I linger on the sidewalk like a match girl skirting the houses of the wealthy with their bright lights, laughter, and … Continue reading Match girl
Sleep, child
Sleep, child. Night is here. Moon spills soft light, shadows rest, and crickets sing. Dream. _____________________
