Moon stalking, a correlating poem, and a few other things…

As you likely know–if you happened to be outside last night or the night prior–there was another super-moon, this time it was the harvest moon. It’s glow was intense to say the least. The night was scheduled to have clear skies so at sunset I hopped on my bike with my gear and rode to to the pier along the lake and the river. As the moon rose over the skyline it was really breathtaking. And it was interesting to watch the sun set over Canada while the moon rose over the U.S. in the other direction. Anyhow, I took dozens of photos, these are a few of my favorites. Click any for a slightly larger view. A poem by Mary Oliver is at the bottom of the page.

Harvest Moon, by Mary Oliver

No sky could hold

so much light–

and here comes the brimming,

the flooding and streaming

out of the clouds

and into the leaves,

glazing the creeks,

the smallest ditches!

And so many stars!

The sky seems stretched

like an old black cloth;

behind it, all

the celestial fire

we ever dreamed of!

And the moon steps lower,

quietly changing

her luminous masks, brushing

everything as she passes

with her slow hands

and soft lips–

clusters of dark grapes,

apples swinging like lost planets,

melons cool and heavy as bodies–

and the mockingbird wakes

in his hidden castle;

out of the silver tangle

of thorns and leaves

he flutters and tumbles,

spilling long

ribbons of music

over forest and river,

copse and cloud–

all heaven and all earth–

wherever the white moon

fancies her small wild prince–

field after field after field.


Urban Simplicity.

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