There’s something about Her,
The Sun is the Sun. But, ooooh, that Moon!
She shifts and moves,
at times assertively sharing her all, at times offering only a sliver of herself.
Changing how she chooses to reflect color, knowing that subdued and subtle are her strong suits.
She has finesse.
She is coooool.
And oh, how beautiful and soft she looks in the early morning Sky,
Looking more like a reflection of Earth Herself.
Oh, if only I was as stunning as Sister Moon!
Her Personality ~ Gravitating, Irresistible
Mine ~ not so much
Her Purpose ~ Great
Mine ~ small
Her Path ~ Confident, Serene, Knowing
Mine ~ unsure, frustrating, riddled with doubt
And yet, she allows me to gaze upon her,
soaking in her soft white light,
folding me in to the circle of shadows, silhouette of Trees, white-silver carpet of Grass, skittering of Leaves,
taking me back in memory……
To soft summer nights at the Lake,
to the first kiss at Water’s edge, Waves lapping and a million silver rhinestones dancing in her Light.
To autumn in farm country,
brassy Moon, slung low, so close,
the sweet smell of Alfalfa, Corn, and evening Soil thick all around.
To winter walks,
frosty clouds of Breath,
air sharp in the lungs,
dark shadow of Tree limbs on crystalline Snow,
warm glow of lamps through Jack Frost window.
To the cool of spring evenings,
the chorus of Spring Peepers and Tree Frogs
moist, ready Ground,
pinkish-silver of Azalea and Redbud and Iris,
silver-grey of unfurling Leaves,
white stars of Dogwood reflecting back toward her Light.
Of respite, of no-thought, of nothing-but-thoughts.
Of a loving and a knowing so deep, so connected, that no words are necessary.
No need for sunglasses, sunscreen, or broad-brimmed hat to bathe in her reflected light –
Only a moment, awareness, presence……and courage.
Aaaahhhh, what a sight!