Sing, lady Moon, of hard chills in the air,
of gale-bent maple shedding crimson leaves.
Dark clouds took their time, and rain had its share
of recent days — fields of water-logged sheaves
warn of heavy storms and rugged weather
though sun still shines in a cloud-dappled sky.
The old-wolf oak seems light as a feather
when smashed to twigs in the hurricane’s eye.
Grasshopper no longer sings in the park.
Geese honor their elders and seek the south.
Barn owls caucus in the hush after dark:
two mice in bushes are worth one in mouth.
A buck-deer’s carcass lies dead in a glade,
bled out from wounds a mountain-lion made.
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A request for comment:
The full and new moon dates, vis-a-vis the solar calendar in 2006, shift by about 10 days, meaning that the environmental events in the poems will no longer reflect reality, at least not next year. What kind of cycle do you think it would be most worth pursuing in 2006? A second run of full and new moon sonnets, or something relating to the sacred days other than sabbats and esbats?
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You’re welcome.
A request for comment:
The full and new moon dates, vis-a-vis the solar calendar in 2006, shift by about 10 days, meaning that the environmental events in the poems will no longer reflect reality, at least not next year. What kind of cycle do you think it would be most worth pursuing in 2006? A second run of full and new moon sonnets, or something relating to the sacred days other than sabbats and esbats?