Monday
Arts and PoetrySummer’s Full Moon Song
Photo courtesy of Joey Johannsen
Oh, oh, oh the moon cried
So full and heavy she hung low
In the late August night sky
So bright from crying for her beloved
She painted the black night blue
And made the crickets sing to a full heaven
A song yearning for her lover’s embrace
That spills forward to harvest, the fruit
And the heat echoed into cool, clear balm
Of trust, surrender and offering
So that the air, dry and dusty
Becomes golden and shimmering white
And the trees, stilled into silence by the sun’s surfeit
Stand majestic, ripened into summer’s abundance
A completion that draws the milky evening beyond time —
So it is that the infinite nurtures beings into wholeness
Holds, caresses and releases them
Into vast peace
And the boundlessness of the night’s gentle breath.
T.W.
8.28.07
