Sunday, 27 September 2015

Harvest Moon

The eclipse of the Harvest Moon
The harvest moon
with the teasing smile
arose and suddenly brightened the sky.
The big red Moon, the farmer's lamp,
the light shone above the thatched earth,
tired and sleepy after the day's toil.
The moon seemed enormous in the starless sky,
easy, unfettered, the brave  moon of the equinox poise
set upon the path as the martyr moves
to  the certainty of the eclipse, imminent, in an hour's time.

No mist concealed the prospect of the doom.
And the harvest moon, the farmer's delight
was moving alone, with no anchor, with no light
to assure the safety of the journey tonight.
the light that bounced off the surface and rolled down
to the earth in her tremulous anticipation
was soon to be blocked by her shadow.
Sometime the shadow, albeit of love, is the cause of the eclipse
for the journeying moon.
The moon was going to be on his own,
 reddened with the knowledge of being alone,
the Moon entered the decreed zone
with the heart held in silence
and the breath suspended in a quiet retreat
the earth can do nothing but watch
till the brave harvest moon
comes back in the light and shines again 

1 comment:

  1. Frumusețea lunii revărsată aici
    din penelul tău într-un poem...
    Călimara dansează liniștită pe hârtie
    Ca o muză fermecată...
    Ah, această lună plină spre care călătoresc mereu
    Cu aceeași dragoste
    între cele două linii paralele ale unuversului
    atras de cercul fermecat al lunii
    din poemul tău...

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