Clouds convert from winter gray to spring clarity until — rain falls, each drop in solitude — as each body returns to dust in revelation of the soul’s eternal fortitude. In the flood of uncertainty the deadliest wave is fear— worry fabricated by the figment of failure — yet no worsefate threatens than to stall.Moons … Continue reading fortitude
moon
Luna
Our golden saucerchipped then smoothed, behind bare limbsshe glows radiant.Rising while we turnon the high arc of angels,she rides royal blue.Sweet freshwater pearl,brilliant from irritant ~you float through darkness.
daylong feast
You ever smelled air so thickwith pancakes, you dreamt of maple syrup rain?The morning buzz of a warm wintersettles into my cup asleaves crunch atop hot buttered streets —the day paved for champions.Translucent pink cloudssizzle over the setting sun,plated on a pastel sky.A sweet surprise afterthe daylong feast:a gibbous, soon full.
quite quiet
Howling at the half moonas Orion hangs abovethe mountain silhouette, coyotes converge.The star-splattered skypeels eyes up and unshadowed to make patterns of distant suns.Highway hums and powerlineswash the white noiseof a country night.
wool & willpower
Lights replace leaves strung between barren treesas the last November dayssubdue autumn’s color cascade.Wool and willpower mustered to bravethe hours between humble hearts and holidayed homes.Set free by the sunand sooner met by the moon,we sink into the symbols of winterspiced and glowing with gratitude.
look up
Gray clouds hover, sopping with nudges to bask in the sunlightin spite of the cold or in preparation for it.Lighter blues descendinto the horizon carrying white whisps as blankets for the early-setting sun.The moon waxes, its orbital gainsgrace uswith a daytime glow.Winter whispers its arrival.
numoon
a dip is a dip, skinny or not — no moon for a full moon
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