Moon Before Yule
Loblolly pines
court the Long Night Moon
whose frosted eye
peeks from behind curtained clouds,
arcs a wandering path,
weaving silently, stealthily
above field and stream;
appears in full splendor
as if a eucharistic offering.
I hear a warbling songbird
as I night-walk familiar forested path;
humbly receive December's thanksgiving.
by Margaret Bednar, December 6, 2014
It is also known as the Gemini Moon - whatever the name it is gorgeous. We have had a rainy day and the sky is cloudy, but I walked the dog tonight with only a sweater on as it was a pleasant 50 degrees. I was shocked to hear a songbird sing out - perhaps it was confused by the bright light of the moon. Either way, it was a joy to hear it around 11 pm.
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Flash 55" - a flash fiction or poetry in 55 words - no more no less.
whose frosted eye
peeks from behind curtained clouds,
arcs a wandering path,
weaving silently, stealthily
above field and stream;
appears in full splendor
as if a eucharistic offering.
I hear a warbling songbird
as I night-walk familiar forested path;
humbly receive December's thanksgiving.
by Margaret Bednar, December 6, 2014
It is also known as the Gemini Moon - whatever the name it is gorgeous. We have had a rainy day and the sky is cloudy, but I walked the dog tonight with only a sweater on as it was a pleasant 50 degrees. I was shocked to hear a songbird sing out - perhaps it was confused by the bright light of the moon. Either way, it was a joy to hear it around 11 pm.
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Flash 55" - a flash fiction or poetry in 55 words - no more no less.
"Long Night Moon/whose frosted eye/peeks..."
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful imagery, Margaret. I can see her bright and high, watching everything with her silver eye.
Beautiful, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteI love how the moon comes behind the pine-tree - really vivid picture here. Wonderful to walk in that silver.
ReplyDeleteWhat a mesmerizing night and a wonderful surprise of the song of the bird!
ReplyDeleteI love your two opening lines. They really set the mood. The full moon lifts my spirits like a sunny day. It's just so beautiful,it takes us out of ourselves and whatever aches. But no song birds here, just lots of geese flying overhead.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty and beautiful pic. The moon has been just wonderful. I am sometimes afraid to walk at night here--bears--and it's so cold--so I appreciated walking vicariously with you. Thanks, Margaret. k.
ReplyDeleteI just love the image of the pine tree courting the moon and the moon as eucharist is evident in the beautiful photo. A magic moment, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteSuch serenity in these words.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteI wish you and your beautiful family a most beautiful holiday.
perfect.
ReplyDeleteFantastic luck to catch part of that courtship with its musical accompaniment. You are blessed, and so am I by reading your poem.
ReplyDeleteSo serene and lovely.
ReplyDeleteI love your closing and notes about your walk...the entirety is beautiful, Margaret and meditative.
ReplyDeleteSomething unusual and unexpected can be a precursor of good tidings, so they say! Wonderful 55 Marge!
ReplyDeleteHank
beautiful ....lovely images....
ReplyDeleteThanks for the visit Margaret... :-)
Did someone say "Gemini Moon?" :) The best kind to have, of course...but I'm prejudiced. Beautiful, Margaret, in both vision and verb!
ReplyDeletethank you for stopping by my blog verses
ReplyDeletehave a good week
much love...
The songbird never confused had something to say, and you were listening.
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