Sunset Psalm

The moon shines amidst a sprinkling of twinkles in the inky twilight while ambling clouds give way to shades for timid stars who want to play peek-a-boo with the man in the moon   Photo by Billy Huynh courtesy of Unsplash


When I look into the night sky can I see the moon beyond gibbous or crescent, beyond waxing or waning? Can I savor a micro new moon as much as a lunar eclipse or the strawberry moon of June? Can I view the experience beyond expectations and labels as the unique manifestation that it is? … More Moonscape

Lightning Luminaires

Tiny fleeting spotlights disappear as they arise not beaming to illuminate stars upon a stage but briefly shining light upon a myriad of ordinary moments lived in untamed fields on summer nights  Day Twenty-three prompt: Write a poem about an animal. I chose to write about fireflies or lightning bugs as we called them when I … More Lightning Luminaires

Moon Morning

I. A full moon plays peek-a-boo among the trees before tucking herself under the covers of the horizon II. Super moonset in the west brightens snow like day Sunrise in the east paints watercolor clouds III. How can moonset and sunrise be in such proximity that I look out one window to see day beginning … More Moon Morning


The moon’s reflection on the lake connects me to a vast universe All we do affects all others, my own reflection – a composite of the cosmos   Photo by Tony Detroit courtesy of Unsplash

Silent Night

“Isn’t it just beautiful?” she asked the peaceful angel with fiber optic wings as they gazed out the window Gazed in the direction of a waning gibbous moon in a cloudless sky, bright against cold darkness The angel offered no response remained in her still silence meditating on the present of this passing moment   … More Silent Night


Crisp icy air germinates dark stillness as snow covered earth coalesces with moonlit heavens   This year’s solstice will be accompanied by an almost full moon, sometimes called a cold moon and a meteor shower. Hoping for clear skies.


The sun has set but she has not come home. Calling for her again and again, her little whiskered face does not appear at the front door or the door wall. The night air is calm with the new warmth of early spring. Yet, was there not a coyote in the back yard just last … More Lost


I tripped on my shoelace and fell up, my shoes falling off as I tumbled through a bundle of cumulus clouds, with soon-to-be raindrops spilling through my cupped hands. I rose to the sun to dry my damp hair before returning home taking a spin on Saturn’s halos then floating toward Earth’s moon. I stopped of … More Untied