She is called, by some, Wolf Moon. The first full moon of 2015. As she moves, her movement will take her into a shadow. Tomorrow her luminosity shrouded in a hint of shadow. Poets’ pens and hearts have exploded beneath her fullness……
G’night Christmas Day. Hello sweet moon. A perfect reminder for this day, and for all, that no matter what we see, the illumination is always full. We just have to look into the shadow.
The image could well be the portent of an ominous event about to happen in a movie. The night sky and winter’s arthritic trees silhouetted against the clouds have been used so often to suggest something bad about to occur. The image…..
The day’s arrival delayed as the sun climbed the mountains. There, perfectly placed between a portal of leaves was the moon, laughing to be the light of the day. To my eyes, a white blur but I know her silhouette and I smiled……
Mistake her not for the sun. She has held her vigil through the night and now the moon takes her rest. That both my vigil and my rest this day be a mirror. To offer both the sun and moon to my heart and to all others……
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