Moon Date
Standing under the dogwood tree, I place myself so that the brightest star in the sky is aligned with the top of the biggest fur tree, making it look like Christmas. The moon looking on is a bald-headed profile in need of a fedora. I stare for a long time, like watching a clock that doesn't flinch. It will take nights of watching before it will wink, turn its face to see me.
Comments
I sounds like you are welcoming the beauty all around you. I bet that cold mountain air felt really nice!!
Posted by: Poe | September 30, 2009 10:53 AM
The wind has stirred and is like a mythical companion. The sun during the day has been a comfort. Joe and I have a nightly date to look at the moon at 9 p.m.
Posted by: colleen | September 30, 2009 11:28 AM
I saw the same moon and star last night with my wet (from a recent swim lesson) grandson as we hurried in the cool night to the car.
Posted by: Tabor | September 30, 2009 3:45 PM
Visualising what you've written made me wished that I was there as well. Just beautiful and this actually stirred my creative senses. Thanks!
Posted by: Charles Bjørnsen Ravndal | September 30, 2009 6:22 PM
What Tabor said!
Posted by: kenju | September 30, 2009 7:43 PM
Geeze, I meant what Charles said!!
Posted by: kenju | September 30, 2009 7:44 PM
Don't you just love the moon? Imagine living on Jupiter! xo
Posted by: Sherry | October 1, 2009 8:18 AM