Long night. The full moon rises over the lake, north, this time, it seems. Full Cold Moon. I go to bed looking at it and it is still there when I rise before dawn. Cold, luminous night. I left it cold in the house so that I could snuggle down deep under thick, heavy blankets on crisp sheets. Dreams. It is the year's last moon. I've not had time to think. But autumn is nearly over, winter approaching, the longest night of the year. These nights are made for staying in, having a drink, being still. Moonlight and winter faeries. And sleep. I want the sleep that Frost speaks of, that Winter's Sleep of animals "smothered in their lairs." Frost honors the poet out and that coldest night to see the snow falling in that field. I, though, in these lazy southern winters that turn cold and dark so briefly, long for sleep, long for rest. And, perhaps, a Sylvia Plath.
I am too fond of moonbeams and hoot owls. I've been told. I heard no owls, though. Only the cold tinkling of moonbeams and faeries in my yard as I slept.
I believe in the Threads of the String Theory -- everything being connected....
ReplyDeleteLast night I went to see my man --with a bag full of supplies to give him a bath. No lie. So that song feels like mine this morning. It made me cry. Full moon to blame for that I suppose. That and being a Girl as he always tells me.
On my way back home -- the moon ah that moon, driving by the beach, I had to pull in for a bit --you know the moon in poems -- well how do you find something new to say? I sat and looked at how that cold Light dressed up Nantucket Sound -- angels was all I could think of. Wish I could do better though.
The owls across the street were making their hoots about 3 weeks ago which reminded me of how when Hannah was about 3 until she was 8 or so we would read Eve Buntings, The Night Tree and then walk down the Audubon trail with baskets full of donuts, pretzels, pinecones covered in peanut butter rolled in birdseed and decorate a tree for the animals. Hoping -- always hoping to hear the owls while we were out there (another favorite kids book, Jane Yolen's Owl Moon, I still give it as a gift). I'd like to do that again ...
Oh damn where was I?
another heartbreakingly good photo. The bend -- is so
mother/womb like. or something. and of course the light is fantastic. spirals out too. and I was compelled to go read Mercutio's speech because of your faeries this morning... is there anything more beautiful
"O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men’s noses as they lie asleep;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider’s web,
The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams,
Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid;
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
well of course there is but not right that moment I read that. no matter how many times.
Nice to be able not to have a blog. and just use yours.
I it think it would be far too much work for me......
:P
Great post. The moon just popped up - another enormous, bright full moon for tonight.
ReplyDeleteLisa,
ReplyDeleteFeel free. Maybe I can post your stuff a couple days a week when I'm dry.
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Nikon,
ReplyDeleteYup. And so another moon image tomorrow.
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