Theses are the moons that inspire poets and direct the tides of our futures. I have seen just a few harvest type moons, large and full touchable upon the horizon in my lifetime. This one was no less spectacular.
The only poem I actually have memorized was written for me by a dear high school friend after an evening watching the moon rise red. It was called Beware of the Man in the Moon. Love love love these spherical orbs of light.
The Super Moon was simply stunning here the other night. It was like God's dome light upon the earth. Beautiful haiku, Frieda. And that picture is beautiful as well:)
01.13, 24/6 .. Three hours ago or so I stood at my bedroom window, lights out, looked up into the sky. Had seen a husky glow through the night clouds but as such no sight of the moon though it was obviously there. Waited a minute or so, then another, then there was movement.. and in seconds, the clouds had like opening curtains from across the most wonderful moon. It just GLOWED silver white! Truly, Frieda, I felt as if i could perhaps taste and smell it, seemed to be so near. You know how it is when something happens and you feel as if you've shared the most glorious secret ...
Your words always ring true, really make me smile or feel very deeply - and this is no exception.. Your haiku really does do the picture fabulous justice.. such a few magical words, love.
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..