Morning Moon

morning moon clings tight
to last signs of night over
black tree silhouettes
~ smj

I took this pic the other morning…  while walking my dog in the wee hours of the morning.   Something I need to start doing more of again…  now that I can… and while I can…
I love it when the moon is still out during the day. On this morning, there were actually stars still out too.  But, it was quite cloudy, and my camera is not the best so it did not capture the stars.  Actually, try as I might, I can never really even remotely capture the beauty I see when I look up at the sky.  Still… I find myself looking up, and trying, time and time again.  A bad habit of mine that I hope I never give up.

~ smj

The Rebels

Sometimes, when the moon is so full
of  itself, that it seems to light up the night
and commands all that it shines upon
to offer up praises in howling song,

she seeks out the lone wolf, joining him
in his den where he offers shelter, and strength
to resist the charlatan’s charms.  Together
they refuse to bay trite songs.  Waiting

instead for dawn’s truth to rise.  Smiling
knowingly at each other.  Reveling
in their shared rebellion.

~ smj

Beyond the Invisible, by Enigma

Dark Morn (take 2)

Morning Sky, still full of night,
in the dark cradled Moon and his light.
She gazed at his face, so full of grace,
together they soared to new heights.

And, all the while, Wind blew with a smile,
hoping Dawn to beguile.

Morning Sky, in distance descried
a horizon beset with new lights.
They blew on, one by one, waking up Sun,
as creatures and daytime incite.

And, all the while, Wind blew with a smile,
hoping Dawn to beguile.

Dark Morn (take 1)

Morning Sky, still full of night,
cradled Moon in the dark.
She gazed on his face, so full of grace
oblivious to waking up larks. 
     And, all the while, Wind blew with a smile,
     hoping the dawn to beguile…

to be continued….

~  smj

hazy moon

warm breath escapes night

fogs up cold dark glassy sky

hazy moon shines through

 

~ smj