Full Moon Shore…
The night to burn a candle,
The darkness it does loom,
Enveloping me in its black and gloom,
The one bright spot, the full beaver moon…
Reflecting it does on the ocean,
Little movement is there, yes no motion,
The waves barely make a sound,
No wind does blow around,
My love for this shore does naturally abound…
Just my dog and I on this beach so cold,
He does run into the water, as he is so bold,
Chasing he does the little birds on the shore,
Begging me to stay for longer or just a little more…
We do chase each other in the twilight,
For the day it is for him his highlight,
For me I do wish my home had a skylight,
To sit and enjoy this vision in the sky,
So beautiful it is, wish do I that I could fly…
© ed ~ 11/27/04
*Full beaver moon: the time of the year when, just before the cold came to freeze over the waters, beaver traps were laid by the early settlers of our land* (ed]
Thanks for sharing this awesome write...so vivid so beautiful the imagery!!
Love Tinka
Allen
Take care,
Sherry
Scott
~Linda
By the way, this isn't the first time you've known the moon's 'name', that is so neat! How many names for moons are there? Still sunny here, only 2:00. I wish it was Monday and the kids were back in school... I wrote my piece last night bundled up, sitting on the picnic table, holding a flashlight, while enjoying the moon. Fricking froze I was out there so long! Then it took me over an hour to type the piece up! Stay safe and healthy, Ed.