The moon, with all its recent rampant beauty and activity, has had a lot to say for itself. Last year, whilst on a country walk in Herefordshire, I caught sight of a red moon, sitting alongside the setting sun. It took my breath away; this fleeting moment of glory reflecting all of the wonder of nature and human nature.
We are so many things, yet we are none.
A daisy chain of crowning moments,
A buttercup sequence of “love you”, “love you nots”,
We are strong like oaks, guardians of the forest,
Reaching upwards toward that vast expanse.
We are soft and gentle willows, bending, flexing,
Caressing the earth with veils of tears.
We are red hot suns and red hot moons,
Taking turns to make appearances.
We are Each and Every One
Blinking, blazing, dancing, gazing,
Image provided by Andrew Walters from South Australia on 4-4-15.