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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I remember the October moon

October came so fast, now the nights are getting so dark, each evening the dark creeps in a bit earlier.  Those lovely sunsets are slipping into night before I am ready to sit down and enjoy them.  The rain has put out all the wild fires so the air is clear and the red skies are gone. While pondering the dark evenings I remembered the October moon and how spectacular it can be.  The Harvest Moon speaks to my soul some how it seems to be calling me to dance. How many know what I mean?  I will be looking for it to light the nights sky, because it speaks to my prim evil soul, I love watching it rise.  I wrote this poem about the moon I hope you all enjoy it.  I have to admit somewhere deep inside there is a mystical call for me to dance; yes that glorious golden moon somehow stirs me to want to dance naked in its glow. Imagine that, how many know what I am talking about? How many actually did dance naked in the moon light?
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The Moon

I stand alone in the dark
The evenings chill pierces my bones
I wait for the moon’s healing light

As a golden glow softens the night sky

Silhouettes of trees announce the moon

Its golden orb rises lighting the night sky

The night’s dark mystery broken by its glow

From the beginning of memory

The moons beauty like a surprise

Comes into view wondrous and new

The mysterious glow inspires dark tales

Stories told by fires light

Tales of mysterious people

Legends of the evil lurking in the night

The mystical moon inspires both dark and light

Tales of fear and moon struck lovers

Poets tell of love by golden moon light

The heart speaks of love and nighttime delights

The beauty of the moon stirs sweet memories

I watch its golden glow, as it settles my soul

I found love under the moons gossamer glow

Hidden in my heart sweet memories stir my blood

Memories that warms the dark of lonely nights

Tonight I rest in the moons healing light

I seek its glow to refresh my aging soul

I remember our dance so long ago

We danced under the moons golden light

We fell in love under its spell

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston