Oh, Cloud, sweet scarf of the Moon’s repose. Once more
Heart asks, Are clouds kindly or a bother, is the moon sador at rest? He calls scientists who tell him that the moonis a dead piece of rock. He calls astrologers. One saysthe moon means water. Another that it signifies oblivion. (Stephen Dobyns)
Whatever, however, the meaning, be a rock water ? I love the Moon, photos, and story, thank you for your kind and generous, shareing of all your amazing photos, poem’s stories, ext.
I am going through a long neglected series of your posts and want to comment on several, but this one for now: thank you for the gift of your being in the right place at the right time (by being in the “same” place every day), to catch this less common occurrence. The play of light, the mystery, takes my breath away (and there’s a sense of frosty dampness in my nose and throat).
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Thanks to Susan T. for today’s poem.
Whatever, however, the meaning, be a rock water ? I love the Moon, photos, and story, thank you for your kind and generous, shareing of all your amazing photos, poem’s stories, ext.
Hola, Tom.
I am going through a long neglected series of your posts and want to comment on several, but this one for now: thank you for the gift of your being in the right place at the right time (by being in the “same” place every day), to catch this less common occurrence. The play of light, the mystery, takes my breath away (and there’s a sense of frosty dampness in my nose and throat).
Besos y abrazos,
Starr
Gracias, Starr, for all your comments. Besos y abrazos back to you!