Time slipped
minute by minute
the only thing visible
the sun and the moon
~ celestial hands of
true time that watch
over each day and night.
“My roses are my jewels;
the sun, moon and stars my clocks;
fruit and water my fare.”
~ Lady Hester Stanhope
(1776 ~ 1839)
You don’t need to run away
You don’t need to cry
Clouds will do that for you
Their tears trickle down in
a fine mist or
full fat drops
Wind blows them away
Pushes them onto the next
prairie or woodland
mountains or out to sea
the sun is allowed to shine
in skies clear and blue
or velvet black with
star shine and crescent moon
You don’t need to run away.
You don’t need to cry.
“My courage does not depend on the weather.”
~ Mary Anne Radmacher, author
A crescent moon
A single star
a darkening sky
no cloud shadows
fore or aft
in the quiet
of early evening.
“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.”
~ Gertrude Stein, writer
(1874 - 1946)
Comfort and space,
both needed
for breath to be easy.
In the space
of stars and moon
we know only breath.
The breath of the universe.
We have yet to discover
all the comforts of space.
“focus on the journey, not on arriving at a certain destination.”
~ Chris Hadfield, An Astronaut’s Guide to Life on Earth
*For Artemis 2
Hurry into the morning as
if it would escape. The victim
of an everyday chase that ends
when afternoon comes. Chase
slows as sun lowers itself t’ward
the horizon and the shadow of
the racer crosses the finish line
Hurry into the night, out of breath and wanting sleep to come quickly so the race can begin again in the morning. And what use is
the hurry,
the chase,
the race
when sun and moon don’t pay attention
to our funny little races through our lives.
“We have to slow the rhythm of our lives so that
the best of who we are can emerge.”
~ Lysa TerKeurst, author
Look up!
When I walk
I stop to look to the sky
blue and decorated
with the lace of trees.
More intriguing is
a cloud white moon
riding high in the afternoon
shaded with dark moon craters
~ I greet this celestial body
with a smile, a nod and a click of my camera
and if shining silver when I turn out my light,
I’ll say ‘goodnight moon’.
with no science to prove
the steady, insistent pull
of the moon on earth
but I have felt and
seen those tides.
“It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the moon.”
~ Galileo Galilei, astronomer
(1564 - 1642)
clear azure sky
fades into black velvet
sifted with stars and moon drift.
“No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky.”
~ Llewelyn Powys, British essayist
(1884 - 1939)
I like curved things like the
arms of a rocking chair that
would mold my cupped hand
to fit; a curve that shapes the
moon as it passes through the
universe, the curve of the ear
of a coffee mug that is just big
enough for two or three fingers
on one hand, while the other
cups the warmth against
the first tea of the morning.
If life throws me a curve, I can
dash it against my anger and frustration
to leave me weak and vulnerable.
When my sky seems empty, I can cup
my hands and heart around it to feel
the ease of the rocking chair with
the warmth of fresh brewed tea.
“Cultivate your curves ~ they may be dangerous but they won’t be avoided.”
~ Mae West
on bejewelled fingers and wrists,
flows down dresses in sequinned beauty
mere mimics of stars in the sky,
the froth of a waterfall and waves,
the glint of the sun on a still pond.
Whether manmade or of nature’s gifts,
glitz and glamour fades and disappears
yet returns when the moon polishes the lake, when rain glitters on leaves and flowers, when lightening flashes across the sky.
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
~ John Keats
When the moon rises in the east, arcing over the sky til morning, the night sings a softer song
When the moon shadows its arc, the sky fills with stars, the night whispers whimsical songs.
From the darkness below
to look up to the night sky
is to be enchanted by the beauty.
“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.”
~ Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
Before sunshine brightens and
wind strokes trees and flowers
the full moon silvered the world
and shone through my window
lighting the page as I wrote ~
and nestled into the treetops
while the sky softened
into the blue.
“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.”
~ Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
