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A Beaver moon
does not beguile,
she enchants with honesty
strips bare my wooded refuge,
leaves me vulnerable
beneath spiring, wizened fingers
directing my gaze
toward countless glittering infinities.
I breath deeply, seek not answers
for now is the time to still,
to listen, to store up
beneath a Beaver moon.
by Margaret Bednar, September 15, 2013
This is for Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Sunday Challenge featuring artist Kathryn Dyche Dechairo of "Listening to the Whispers".
11 comments:
to listen, to store up- Need this.
Polar opposite directions and for that I like this even more.
What a beautiful read this morning. I especially love that last stanza.
Beautiful, Margaret ... wizened fingers is an apt description.
I love the notion of a beaver moon! Your descriptions are stark and very effective.
Stripped bare, November is the time for deep listening under a beaver moon. Inspired writing that evokes the stillness and quiet reflection of the months to come.
I like the imagery of standing still, listening beneath a beaver moon ~ Lovely share Margaret ~ Thanks for participating ~
So beautiful...so much to store up under the Beaver Moon
And now that all your kids are "out of the nest" at some time during the school week, I would imagine that being "still" is a new experience for you, Margaret? :)
My cat's name is Beaver...:-)
Sometimes being still, breathless, is healing..... Your poem is so calm and exudes that feeling of relaxed bliss... Quite enchanting...
Wonderful thoughts to lead us into a quieter time of year.
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