No mere shining rock to beat so–
she sings
of life, lust,
the language of spring-mad
and if
waxing there
through blue rain- shadowed mist—
When I cry why?
Moon says, “I am music.
Sleep sweetly
as I play
light-spray of storm and sky.”
Poem from my Saturday morning visit to the Oracle.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
For me, the ocean is the music of the beach. 🙂
Thank you, Frank.
Nicely done, Merril. Wishing you a peaceful Saturday.
Thank you, Jill. Saturday turned out very nice. Hope yours was, too.
Perhaps I’m reading too much into the line “When I cry why?” but, well, I take some comfort from the Moon’s response. Lovely poem.
Thank you very much, Marie.
I’m channeling the Oracle, but who knows? 😉
This is oh-so-lovely.
Thank you very much, Robin! 🙂
Splendid – moon as music and light-spray – love it!
Thank you very much, Pat. 🙂
So amazingly beautiful Merril.
Thank you very much, Holly!
My pleasure Merril.
Powerful, it is, with its pull on senses – ours and that of nature.
Yes, it is. Thank you, Ken.
This is a nice lullaby to send me off to sleep! (K)
I’m so pleased. 🙂
Once again you create wonders with what you are offered, e.g. ‘the language of spring-mad’
Thank you so much, Derrick!
Funny how she gave us so many of the same images, yet the effect is so different.
Somehow she knows.
Always.