Full Moon Tangled In Rose Bush

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Rare Equinox Full Moon Rise

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.
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 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.
O heart, heart, so singularly
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 ~

Spiky Squares

Nurturing Thursday

10 thoughts on “Full Moon Tangled In Rose Bush

  1. 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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