I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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28 March 2013

Full Moon in March

I went out under the night sky
clad for ritual
in my small, enclosed back yard.
(I have quiet neighbours
who stay indoors after dark.)

The moon emerged from cloud
bright white
and stood awhile above us
meeting my eye.
My black cat came out too.

The night was mild.
No breeze — only
as I lifted my arm to cast circle
a quick cool breath on my wrist.
I paused, then asserted my right.

Barefoot on mossy earth
I flung out my arms in joy
and breathed up sustenance.
It filled me.
I had nothing to utter but thanks.

Submitted for dVerse Open Link Night #89


  1. Ah, the simplest of rituals: so natural, non-pretentious, privately beautiful.
    Superbly captured and made real with the parenthetic about the cat and the neighbors! Down to earth. A big smile!

  2. This appears to be so simple on the surface, but scratch a little harder ...

  3. oh nice...love the barefeet on the earth....i would go barefoot always if i could...smiles. i love standing on our back deck under the stars...but occassionally go out in the yard just to feel the vastness....cool write...

  4. barefoot under the full moon in a mild night...can it get any better... love this...can't wait until it's warm enough here to do just that...

  5. Love the dance in the last stanza, to be filled with the moon's sustenance is a beautiful gift ~ This is a gem ~

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    1. Thank you, Lisa. Also earthy, I trust. :)

  7. I flung out my arms in joy
    and breathed up sustenance.
    It filled me.I had nothing
    to utter but thanks

    Amazingly many fail to acknowledge or appreciate simple pleasures. These are allowed to go. Love that you do notice and we are allowed to share the occasion. Thanks Rosemary!