Full Moon Rising

The storm left at the end of the day
As the sun was setting
Behind retreating clouds
And beyond the mountain.
Winter sun shines elsewhere

The air was soggy and still
The cedar wept his scattered seeds
The bougainvillea her barrenness
But the rosemary was defiant.

The full moon rose quietly
Brushed and kissed the parasol pine
Then wrapped in a blue stray cloud
She lit the wet flagstones.

In silence she witnessed wishes
My wet eyes whispered
To Sirius and Betelgeuse
As a star vanished in the dark

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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15 Responses to Full Moon Rising

  1. Comme tu crées les images vivantes, frappantes, émouvantes.
    Mais qu’est-ce que tu souhaites?


  2. john zande says:

    Lovely! Out of interest, have you ever listened to any Dead Can Dance? Your writing reminds me very much of their lyrics.


  3. I love every word of this


  4. alarmingman says:

    Yes, so true – the rosemary is often defiant!


  5. pennycoho says:

    Your words are eloquent and filled with rich emotions. The elements of nature, yes. I do love the pure artistry of your poems! Have a happy day today (your today, lol)! xx


  6. makagutu says:

    Could you be my poetry teacher?
    Is it the rain or the setting sun that you like the most?


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