I lie in bed gazing at the full moon staring back at me through a crescent window high on my bedroom wall. It has been the same for twenty seven years now…my personal time with the dark sky.
In twenty seven years, 324 full moons plus a few extra blue moons. Interesting, yet trivial knowledge from this moon child.
My mind drifts to those few I’ve shared this magic with-most all of them gone from this tiny speck of a planet in an insignificant universe.
“Come here,” I call out to the other room; Romeo comes to watch another moonrise with me.
31 January 2018
We recently completed our most recent trip around the Sun another year encoded in the history book of life
as we know it on this small blue oasis in the milky way in my world the temperate weather had streaks of cold, icy weeks, even snow. Though aches in my old bones, I still managed to have a sparkle in these eyes as the memories of winters past moved through my memory bringing a glow with the remembering…
Last night, a Super Moon shivered in the January sky. I smiled as I watched her glow in the gauzy watercolor night even as I struggled to sleep. Let’s all buckle in for our newest journey into the wide open.
©Nancilynn Saylor 3 January 2018
The whirring fan
Brushed aside the lacey curtains
Full moon heartbeats.
8 August 2017
filled with the soft tawny glow
of this February Moon;
Snow Moon of the Human Beings,
the natives of this land.
First pulled to the window
then all the way outdoors to watch
the ascent in the eastern darkness
staring and moving to view
from behind the naked trees
my bare feet on the concrete
still warm from an uncommon burst
of spring-like temperatures today.
As the Moon shimmers aloft,
I smile and shiver below, clad
only in my nightshirt, here
in the blackness
and the shadows of night.