Bring me all your craters.
Keep away all the cold memories.
So I can be free of nightmares,
That haunt me at midnight. -AB--Sugar Loaf Elementary School
One of our daughter's favorite books was GOODNIGHT, MOON. I can't begin to estimate the number of times I read it to her. I still love it. And the moon.
Two nights ago, my husband and I sat beside the woodstove and watched through our window the moon rise over the pines. By then it was a waning moon, looking like a big nibble had been taken out of it, but it was still bright and imagination-stirring. And it moved so quickly. Soon it had vanished from the window.
I like the poem above so much that I thought I'd write my own, as a way to connect with it and its author.
holding the rising moon,
till it escapes
floating over us
our bedroom alight
with its passing.
where the Milky way
and the Andromeda
Galaxy, so much
out there I can't
begin to imagine
the Sky Keeper
Here's a weird photo I took while we were in Budapest, Hungary last month. I wanted a shot of the full moon, but the bridge where I was standing was constantly shaking from all the traffic, so the moon looks like it's streaking across the sky, along with all the other lights from the bridge. I guess you could say this photo is not much of a Moon Keeper!
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