Thursday, June 12, 2014

"Oh, Moon!"

I cried.

Sing me to sleep tonight!

"Ha!" she said as she pulled the leaf cover over her.

"That is not my job nor has it ever been." 

And she slipped down into the veil of cloud and tree. 

And I realized that no matter how the moon may pull the tide and blood, ultimately

it is up to me 
to sing my own lullaby 
Leaving room and space for that silver trace
Of her eternal face
As she travels the darkness so far
Above me. 


  1. I can just imagine you composing this late at night, looking up at that moon. Love it!

  2. I'm all caught up, again. Lady, you write.
    The chickens, the dogs, the babies, the rain, the Stones, and the moon. Oh, how you write!

  3. Here it's bright, very bright silver tonight. Practically need shades to look straight at it.

  4. Bed is too small for my tiredness,
    give me a hill topped with trees.
    Tuck a cloud up under my chin -
    Lord, blow the moon out, please.

  5. Michelle- I loved ALL my pictures.

    Gosh, it's nice to have you around. Email me if you want.

    Angella- I love having the last name of Moon. After all these years, it still delights me.

    Steve Reed- Wasn't that late but pretty late for me. I had fun. You are right.

    Heartinhand- I sure am prolific. That is safe to say. I'm so glad you come along for the ride.

    A- It was like that hear, too! And the clouds around it had color to them. It was quite insanely gorgeous.

    SJ- Thank you!
    Not that I made the moon or anything. Or, you know, hung it.

    Mr. Downtown- Thanks son. Now I can't get that song out of my head. It is beautiful though, isn't it? Do you know who wrote that?

  6. Good photos of the moon and beautiful words about that bright night orb.


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