August 4, 2017 Moon
It's a beautiful moon out there tonight!
Working towards being full.
And now for a poem ...
Rembembrance of Nocturnal Things Imperfect
By: Boris
It is the middle of a warm summer night
I am running down the stairs,
quickly and excitedly,
with my neighbors following me.
We all want to see the full moon.
It just fell down in the front yard.
I saw it coming down like an unwashed potato,
staining the sky with its brown dirt.
There it is,
lying on the ground,
a giant spud, trampling the grass it landed on,
showering its fine dust all over our bodies.
A cloud of bats are circling round it,
squeaking at this strange visitor.
I approach it warily.
I touch it.
It is ice-cold and alluring,
sparkling in the full moon light.
I wait for it to reveal to me the mystery of the night
but it remains stubbornly silent
as it has been through the eons.
I remember well the comical expressions of confusion
on the faces of my neighbors,
and the feelings of enigma,
inexplicable wonder overwhelming me.
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As Doug an I were driving this evening,
with the windows down ...
it was 67 degrees and felt just chilly enough to send a shiver down your spine.
The pull of the moon was strong and evident to us as we drove along
with our arms hanging out the windows.
We sure enjoy sharing our love of the beauty of the moon
with you.
Thank You For Sharing In Our Luna Delight!
Many blessings to you!
Ava Potterfield
Photos by Ava Potterfield
Moon poem found at
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