REALITY?: Morning Moonset

I don’t think I’ve ever seen the moon set before; a great pink-orange ball settle into the black branches of the trees beyond the field next door.  Amazing.

Earlier in the morning in the moon’s full light, a fox follows his nose across the back yard.  Just a black silhouette wandering around the snow-white contours of the earth.  Like a soul.

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5 Responses to REALITY?: Morning Moonset

  1. Mark says:

    I was with you until you used that strange word, “snow”.

  2. Phil says:

    Those little moments are what life is all about. I think of Ezra Pound’s faces waiting for a subway in the rain, pink petals on a black bough. And then I see the rain-dark ornamental pear in a new way, with leaves too green to be real.

  3. When I worked very early hours, I used to get to see the full moon set over the ocean sometimes as we came over the bridge into Coronado. Those were special mornings.

  4. Mark says:

    Susan, you are star-crossed between being a purely poetic soul and consumed by over-analysis of the writings of others.

  5. D says:

    i’ve never seen the moon set. let alone the rest of poetry in nature that you wrote so brilliantly!


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