Another Spring
The seasons revolve and the years change
With no assistance or supervision.
The moon, without taking thought,
Moves in its cycle, full, crescent, and full.
With no assistance or supervision.
The moon, without taking thought,
Moves in its cycle, full, crescent, and full.
The white moon enters the heart of the river;
The air is drugged with azalea blossoms;
Deep in the night a pine cone falls;
Our campfire dies out in the empty mountains.
The air is drugged with azalea blossoms;
Deep in the night a pine cone falls;
Our campfire dies out in the empty mountains.
The sharp stars flicker in the tremulous branches;
The lake is black, bottomless in the crystalline night;
High in the sky the Northern Crown
Is cut in half by the dim summit of a snow peak.
The lake is black, bottomless in the crystalline night;
High in the sky the Northern Crown
Is cut in half by the dim summit of a snow peak.
O heart, heart, so singularly
Intransigent and corruptible,
Here we lie entranced by the starlit water,
And moments that should each last forever
Intransigent and corruptible,
Here we lie entranced by the starlit water,
And moments that should each last forever
Slide unconsciously by us like water.
~ Kenneth Rexroth ~
Beautiful spiky capture of the moon
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The rose bush did it for me 😀
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Gorgeous! Thank you for sharing!
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My pleasure. Poems and moonlight seem so nurturing. 😘
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Absolutely! ❤
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Yes, I did see it. I was walking through city scape and kept thinking to myself, “Carol will give me a beautiful picture of this.” At home I thought about many camping trips where I read by moonlight (and also cursed it when I was trying to get to sleep). PS postcanoeclub is my wordpress login.
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Kit
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Glad to know I can be depended on for a moon short. I stood by the front window and watched this one rise right below Wildcat Peak.
I remember camping in the desert during Easter week and walking around at night without a flashlight because the moon was so bright. Because Passover and Easter coincidence…
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See you Monday
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The rose bush makes the moon look soft around the edges, almost as if reflected in water. 🙂
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Meg what a good description thanks for the poetry.
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