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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.
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13 comments:

  1. Sabio Lantz28 March 2013 at 07:39

    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!

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  2. Anonymous28 March 2013 at 07:44

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

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  3. Brian Miller28 March 2013 at 07:47

    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...

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  4. Claudia28 March 2013 at 07:50

    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...

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  5. Grace28 March 2013 at 09:32

    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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  6. Lisa Williams29 March 2013 at 08:32

    Heavenly!

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  7. kaykuala30 March 2013 at 10:54

    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!

    Hank

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