Pink Moon
Mountain phlox have sprouted
once again drape forest edge & meadow
stem, petal, and leaf
absorb the full moon,
moss pink.
April nights find me longing
to release gossamer silk,
balloon into night's sky,
ride a jet stream,
celebrate Spring's arrival.
They say desire
ebbs and wains once fulfilled; question
whether Time exists without change.
All I know is come Blackberry winter
I still thrill when woodlands
yawn, stretch, & bloom.
by Margaret Bednar, November 22, 2014
This is for the "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Play it Again Toads #10". I chose to accept Kenia's Metaphysical Question challenge. I attempted to work in "Can there be time without change?" (science is SO not my strong point - so I had a hard time grasping even the simplest question let alone rising to a poetic challenge!)
The Pink Moon is not really pink - it references the appearance of the first spring flowers - wild ground phlox which is often pink. It is also known as the Sprouting Grass Moon, Egg Moon, Fish Moon, and the Paschal Full Moon.
9 comments:
The change of season so well done. Yes the images of nature is painted with the keen eye just like the painting.
"They say desire
ebbs and wains once fulfilled"
I hope desire always keeps itself wanted.
Beautiful! I love your ending-thinking of the plant world yawning~ And who doesn't love Blackberries! ;D
Off to give your challenge a try!
I thought this picture was just splendid and your words capture its essence so well too.
What a lovely moon to bouquet for this coming winter. Such yearning can carry us through.
What a wonderful voice you have given to the image. As winter approaches we can contemplate the color in your words and look forward to nature's yawn ushering the arrival of spring.
This, for me, holds a beautiful balance of whimsical, ethereal and a grounding effect with the flowers and forest...I love your closing...
"I still thrill when woodlands
yawn, stretch, & bloom."
Beautiful!
~~ moss pink moon and blackberry winter... lovely to think about. This was one of my favorite Margaret Play It Again posts ...
It is a beautiful picture, and what you describe is beautiful here. Our spring probably doesn't begin till June (in Catskill Mountains!) But we certainly have blackberries! Lovely visual and warm poem. Thanks, Margaret. k.
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