The gentle breeze beckons me
to come outside and feel its kiss
My cheek is warmed by the sun.
The soaring birds make my heart swell
The peak of summer
long days and warm nights
has just passed us by
The green weeds and grasses
hold tight to their roots
as they reach toward that sky
We all feel the embrace
of a late summer’s day
The moon wanes more each day
The dark sky - the opposite of today’s
bright sometimes harsh illuminating sun -
prepares us all for what’s next
Darker, longer nights
Do not mourn for what has passed
Each stage and phase
the natural order of things
We would not appreciate the greenery,
the long sunny days
if we didn’t know
the dark nights of autumn’s sky
The leaves blaze
like a fire against the backdrop of blue
And I am grateful for this beautiful day
Tag: moon
The lone star
Lost
without its moon
companion
Patience, little one
The moon dervishes
and orbits a reliable track
In no time
your paths will meet
again
cross-star lovers with
eons of Milky Way to travel
together
and never that far
apart.
Perimenopause
Traces of light pink
to remind me of
my fertility.
It wanes like the moon now.
Maturity has taught me
that my worth is not
just my fertility.
Waves of creativity
heave and contract
with pressure inside and out.
I am resilient and will prevail.
– I am not done –
for every end is
only just a beginning.
Like seasons and tides
Ideas spark and fade.
I grasp to catch them.
Some are shining jewels,
others covered in mud and
less revealing.
Each one a gem from my heart
to yours.
Waning Crescent
Our eyes met.
It was the waning crescent
and her bright star companion.
No words were exchanged.
Just a silent greeting
and a reflection of light.
Distance has no bearing
in our quiet reunion.
We share the same sun after all.
The Sliver of Moon
The sliver of moon shines bright In the crisp dark morning. I see its light through The bare tree branches. It greets me as I awaken From that warm, cozy slumber. We are the only ones awake.
Ujjayi
The heartbeat pulses in my ear. The glowing orb emanates Through my ears And into the world. A metronome of tick and tock. It speeds up with exertion. My breath helps quicken or soften its beats. The sound of the tide Turns over and over Rushing in and out From my throat to my nose. I can constrict the flow To create my own internal ocean. I am silent to all I encounter. Still in peaceful presence To the beats, To the incoming tide, To the moon in the sky, that waxes and wanes Its own everchanging journey. The tide is in tune and always heeds the call. Distance does not hinder the to and fro of the metronome dance.
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