Thursday, January 30, 2014

The Secret Life Of Mother Moon

From your window,
you follow her phases,
and the brights and the blacks
are so clear
that it appears
there's just dead sky between them.

But in that space
you've mistaken for stasis,
you'll find,
if you draw near,
the return of all tides
and the secret life

of Mother Moon.


Kerry O'Connor said...

This is beautiful, MZ.

Kim Nelson said...

Continually amazed by the connections, realizations and wisdom you possess, MZ.

Susan said...

I wondered where the tides go! I like this poem a lot.

Anonymous said...

The return of all tides, I love that


Anonymous said...

this reads like a fairy tale, MZ ~

Fireblossom said...

A lady has to retain a little mystery, so they say.

Anonymous said...

So intereting - I think of the moon being rather dead rock- but you've transposed that to the sky -- it works so well. K.

Vandana Sharma said...

The moon , always an inspiration for us all

Lorraine Renaud said...

Mother Moon keeps all our secrets..I love what you wrote

Lolamouse said...

Mysterious and beautiful.

Mary said...

A lovely reflection on the moon!