The moon rose through shadows,
to sing a farewell song
over forests and rocks turning softly pink
in the dawn. And I watched—
what else could I do? Ask
if I am moon-mad to hear the whispers
in the wind. Red-tipped trees sigh
in the breath of ancient cycles,
as time passes like the soft brush of heron’s wing.
The geese in flight call, savor this,
and the river murmurs through light and darkness–
The Oracle obviously comes with me on my early morning walks. The last few days have been beautiful.
Very beautiful words…
Beautiful imagery, thank you.
sigh, that’s what I’m doing … you know the good kind of sigh? Thanks Merril, and to The Oracle …
Aww-that’s very kind. Thank you, Susan!
So very beautiful. The moon is perfect.
I think the Oracle gave us two approaches to the same end. Yours is much more coherent. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe.
Yes, two different but connected ways of looking at things.
I shall simply say: Oh, yes…
This is wonderful. You and the oracle have quite the thing going.
Thank you so much! 😀
Lovely, Merril. Our weather has been gorgeous too.
Thank you, Jill.
I love your communion with nature here, Merril: I think I’m a little moon-mad sometimes 🌝
Thank you very much, Ingrid. I’m not out much at night, but I love morning moons! 🌙
Beautifully done. (‘If’ scans so much better than ‘whether’ 🙂 )
Beautiful! I love looking at the sky and the water at the beginnings and endings of the ay!
I love this poem!! Its beauty left me a little breathless. I’ve saved the following line in my “favorite metaphors & similies” folder:
“as time passes like the soft brush of heron’s wing.”
Liz, thank you so much! What a kind and wonderful thing to write!
(I’ve actually revised it a bit, and shared it for Top Tweet Tuesday on Twitter yesterday.)