touch her light
with your eyes
she is so round
so pure
bright
when the night
describes her
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20 comments:
is that one tiny firefly? Sheesh!
jinksy that's the moon hovering above two small stems of cedar. steven
Love me my Luna ... sometimes ... when she is in a good mood at least.
Superb photo and succinct description. You are a minimalist and a wordsmith.
oh, it is inside of the line, when the night describes her! what relationship! yes.
(ha! word verification: moonoliv)
xo
erin
there's a tiny stem rising from the tree line, holding the moon aloft on it.
A moment suspended in time.
like a candle made of cedar and moon - how cool!
What an awesome shot! Decorating Cedar with moon1
reya - the moon has always been kind in my eyes. steven
lizzy - the little moments are the most fascinating. they are somehow richer for their simplicity. steven
erin isn't it cool how often the word verification connects to the content of a posting. thanks for your kind comment. steven
friko yes! steven
aguja - the moon in a moment suspended in time. steven
pauline - that's a lovely phrase for something that needs to be written. steven
linda sue all those years reading haiku and tanka and drinking sake finally pay off for both of us! steven
Not sure why I thought of this - well, because it is a moon story. First of all, I love the moon on a stem, wonderful.... I was studying art in Italy MANY years ago. My little group of friends befriended a guy whose family had an incredibly little villa in small town outside of Florence. We were there for Thanksgiving dinner. In the evening, the moon rose an incredible orange-yellow color over the hills and trees. I called everyone up to see- come up and see this, its incredible I yelled. Everyone came up, but no one had the response I thought was appropriate. They all said, oh, the moon, is that what you wanted to show us? I was a bit dumbfounded.. yes, the moon, but not just the moon THIS moon, THIS night, THIS color...get it? They didn't quite. It was a moment of profound learning for me..... thanks for calling the memory to surface- and for the loveliness of your words and vision as well!
valerianna i'm very grateful that you were able to share this very personal memory here. it's often so hard to express the moment of sight and especially the moment of insight in such a way as to make it meaningful to others. you're very fortunate and now so are we! steven
Your new header pic is so beautiful.
ellen - thankyou. i watched this unfold and took several photographs as each moment it changed of course. i'm looking to the skies for some sort of direction. there's lots of roiling and rumbling, tumbling and folding. steven
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