Through a tunnel of gnarled branches garlanded with moss
She reveals herself
I am startled by the beauty of this tunnel vision
Fulsome goddess of the night
Waxing towards the full wolf moon
When the howls of the hungry grow sharp and ready to bite
Into the deepening dusk
She wears the washed out blue of the wintry sky like a holy mantle
As the dusky blue fades into graying shades
Each shadow on the distant surface grows crisp
Up, up she rises
Ascending her arc to balance the pull of those pinprick stars
And in that balance exert her own pull
On tides and blood and mood
Counting each repetition with predictable precision
Never late
Her face is clear and never needs makeup
So she doesn’t linger but glides with stately grace
Across the panoply of space
Reflecting the benediction of the sun
More than mirror she is balance
And unbalance
Beacon for lovers and the lost
Timemarking
Celestial calendar that needs no illustrations or mortal numbers
Dependable as tomorrow
Full of promises
Night’s goddess
David Trudel © 2013
I love this
I am totally honoured. Thank you so much.
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Like always simply beautiful (like the photo up there to, I see you)
sorry up there too..;)
Thanks Doris, I appreciate it.
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