Posted tagged ‘Full Moon out walking in the grass’

Some Things Under the Moon

January 3, 2015


Some Things Under the Moon

The moon out,
the emptiness around leafless limbs
is lit,
their fractal stretch sketched,
while firs are read first
as the absence of tree
rather than its fullness;
only, after a careful stare
does the eye find the slant uplift of
night-black boughs.

So, I often mistake the world.

And so I vow, the next noon, to look
at other people as out
to teach me enlightenment
(all those others who were previously out
to bar my way.)

Amazing, then, how much better
we get along.


Another new year’s poem of sorts, thinking of the quotes of Susie Clevenger on With Real Toads (though I already linked a poem there, so will leave this be!)   Happy last New Year’s weekend before work onslaught begins!

The photo is not really right for the poem–as it doesn’t show a field of trees (!) but an old one that was closest I had.


Full Moon, Out Walking In the Grass

September 21, 2013


Full Moon, Out Walking In the Grass

Studding the greyed tangle–glints;
dew, drop-lit by night-donned light.
We shift booted steps to the side trying
to slip into our shadows
as if to make more space for this moon,
as if we, dark moving clods, could also spark
paled fields,
as if it were the sidelong cast of our gaze that netted
when, in truth, every star not seen overhead
joins us here–how rare
to walk through such
condensed blessings–our pants’ legs
soaked to the knees,
we laugh, laugh.

A draftish sort of poem for Marian’s Harvest Moon prompt on With Real Toads.  My camera is out of gear at the moment, so this is a photo of a full moon from last year, which was on a much bluer night than the one the other day.