Sunsets come earlier
and the sunrise
waits for a later time
making more of the night
leaving me in darkness
except for the bright
of a too white
December moon.
I don't know why, but over the last couple of years I've been learning more about the moon, Indian legends and other folklore about luna. Maybe it is my midnight writing. I used to write in my closet at night, now I'm in my studio with windows. So, of course I look out into the desert at night. I find it interesting that half of our lives is spent in darkness. Most people sleep through it. Your poetry challenge for today is to write a night time poem. Have fun writing.
The moons of our lives are a blessing.
Instead of the Midnight Rider, you're a Midnight Writer! Sometimes, I'm a pre-dawn writer. Have a great time writing during the day or at night.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't matter when we write, just that we do. I keep telling myself, my hand is getting stronger each day. The packers are finishing up today; the movers come tomorrow.
DeleteI sure hope everything fits into the shipping crate.
I love these lines:
ReplyDelete"except for the bright
of a too white
December moon".
How can it be too white? I'm waiting to find out, to see what you saw...
Heidi,
DeleteUsually my moon is yellow, or sometimes it has a redish glow. But on the night I wrote this poem, the moon was full and very bright. Outside the Saguaros cast moon shadows and it was so bright, light came in through the windows. I could walk around the house without turning on a lamp to see.
Isn't the moon "too bright" on nights when your part of the world is blanketed with snow?